You can't stand the old songs anymore.
They used to mean so much before.
There are new things on your mind.
There's one or two things you will find.
Another saturday in town makes you wonder why you stick around.
A slow routine flushes you through this night.
You float along with tired eyes.
A heavy heart, a clouded mind, your kitchen table late at night.
Waiting for the words to finally come. Dragging ten-ton pens along.
Times like this make you wish you'd never started to expose yourself like this.
'Could be the last of your lines, 'cause you don't feel them anymore.
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before.
Be careful that you do not end up hating what you have loved before.
You can't stand the old songs anymore.
They used to mean to much before.
Stay calm, collected, two feet on the ground.
There are new things to be found.
And if you still wonder why you're feeling down just raise your eyes and take one look around.
'Could be the last of your lines, 'cause you don't feel them anymore.
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before.
And this could be the last - oh, the last of your lines.
You just don't feel them anymore.
Maybe you'd be better off to just shut up and smile the way you did before.
Be careful that you do not end up hating what you have loved before.