So stay, what for?
Get lost, hit the floor
Cause there's fire all around
It's in my hands, it's out the door
Springtime, you're gonna wish that we were friends
That we talk, you never feel so sure again
So now, there'll be no lessons, no more cures
'Til you get yours, baby in the end
I'll run, give way
Which face, and whose name?
You're falling, from my eyes
To the bottom, you're all the same
Autor(es): Junior Boys