Woke up in the middle of a story
That was written before I was born
Well meaning, heavy handed
Blood painted on the door
I can tell you the words
Every line that I ever heard
I can tell you the words
Words, just words
Each day feels a little bit shorter
And I don't know what to say
To the little faces staring at me
Oh I hope I can get out of the way
I can tell you the words
Every line that I ever heard
I can tell you the words
Words, just words
I can tell you the words
Every lie that I ever heard
I can tell you the words
Words, just words