They spent the week in ruthless sun Their inhibitions all undone Tunnel vision's in effect Disregarding disconnect How could anything go wrong They watched the fireworks from the beach Suppressing tension underneath Pretending that they couldn't hear The echos bouncing off the pier The queue that it was time to leave Is the outcome understood If we stay like this for good Always something going wrong Please don't go, a routine song Detrimental firewood Now everything I know is false It started out a perfect waltz But we kept tripping at the simplest of movements As we seasoned all our wounds in table salt Something that I've come to find And sir, keep spending all your time Looking for a role to fill When everybody else is filled You're just an extra on the side They never give you any lines, no