Never Yellow - Selling the Century Lyrics

Selling the Century to someone who doesn't want it is better than giving it away for free
If you get locked out of the millennium just cut the key, to your heart

The blade bending at the bottom doesn't matter it's still sharp
Minus the aching miles, it's not that far
And I think snow is just debris of heaven

If it was a race, then the winner would be the time
The air that we breathe is the only thing that blocks me
From doing my mischief
I'm my eyes and you're the thief

And you know, emptying souls is not the way to go
But I know, it wouldn't be at the bottom of the list

Selling the Century
Not to them or not to me
To the people who need it most
The people who actually want it