Something hit a nerve in me, shook me like a busy theory Believed in you for all these years, never saw a time that we'd be Backing out of foreign towns – we're definitely up the wrong tree And picking off the innocent – all the while you couldn't see We gave you the world; you're unhappy Still you don't listen to me Must be I said the words a little too fast Or the fact that our opposites are polar Sparks are flying day and night If only ‘cause we're out of favour A time will come around again, friend –
And then we'll be right back where It started with another me Shaking like busy theory Believing you for all these years And never with a need to worry… We gave you the world; you're unhappy Still you don't listen to me Must be I said the words a little too fast Or the fact that our opposites are polar You threw away the world – now you're happy And you're always talking to me Must be said that my world's a little smaller But for now, there is colour in my corner of it…