Standby, we all live on standby.
We all hold out torches waiting for flame.
I call it like I see it, I see a scared kid.
Following their every word, now just to feel like the dirt under his nails is worth the pain.
Let me explain.
You see the joke is that no matter how much you bleed,
For what you're trying to say
There's always someone, somewhere,
Living out the life you've always worked for,
Who never will appreciate the claim.
Standby, we all live on standby.
We all hold out torches waiting for flame.
Reach for anything that holds you,
Keeps you standing up and knows you by name.
I failed to mention all their terms, their dotted lines, their iron nerves.
But who are we to state our case.
It's all a matter of life and death by irrelevance.
You see the joke is that no matter how much you bleed,
For what you're trying to say
There's always someone, somewhere,
Living out the life you've always worked for,
Who never will appreciate the claim.
Standby, we all live on standby.
We all hold out torches waiting for flame.
Reach for anything that holds you,
Keeps you standing up and knows you by name.
I digress, I know it's what you want.
To be perceived as an idol, a walking tribute to all those lost.
Capture feelings in vignettes and shout them from rooftops.
They will smile as you struggle, and lose you in their thoughts.
Standby, we all live on standby.
We all hold out torches waiting for flame.
Reach for anything that holds you,
Keeps you standing up and knows you by name.
Standby, we all live on standby.
We all hold out torches waiting for flame.
Reach for anything that holds you,
Keeps you standing up and knows you by name.