Lyrics
I stand
Here before
You today
Exhibit 104-A
Of this cheap ruse
Oh, it's the truth
I try to go outside, oh, I try and I try
Then a bicycle rides by on its way to nowhere
I survey, roaming the day
Oh, well, the band don't need a name
But the band needs a hope in hell
I touch
Roses
And go
Where the wind goes
Not on shitty vacations
I try to go outside, oh, I try and I try
Then an avalanche slides right on its way to nowhere
I betray, roaming the day
Oh, well, the band don't need a singer
The band needs needs a helping hand
It takes a thief to catch a thief
It takes a tree and it takes a leaf
Or maybe leaves falling to the ground
Then up in flames, another way of saying goodbye
Oh, I try and I try