You with an empty page
And a quiet rage
Feel the boubters creeping in
Reach for the savoir-faire
But it isn't there
The whole facade is wearing thin
Are the cracks about to show?
If they were how would you know?
Should you try and soldier on,
If the appetite is gone?
And is lying to yourself
Really such a crime
Words get thrown away....
When did you fix your ways?
Is it just a faze?
That's not so hard to believe...
There are rumours in the room
There are harbingers of doom
Say you've done a kerouac
Say you're never coming back
But we won't loose any sleep
'cause talk is cheap
Words get trown away
Thank you, not today
There are rumours in the room
There are harbingers of doom
Say you've done a kerouac
Say you're never coming back
But we won't loose any sleep
'cause talk is cheap
Words get trown away
Thank you, not today
