I'm still trying to fight it
Quarter of a lifetime
But I'm already tired
Thinking of the wasted youth
We'd spent our years just lighting fires
Too much talk for a small town
Illusions, mirrors –they all come crashing down
We're living in a bubble
I'm still trying to fight it
Go drum up the exception
Everyone thinks they're apart
Another weightless intention
When all is said and nothing's done
Was it a question of impulse
Or a thief in the night
Shocked into submission
Keep it out of sight out of mind
out of mind
out of mind
out of mind
I'm still trying to fight it
I'm still trying
I'm still trying
I'm still trying
I'm still trying to fight it
