You kicked me to the street
It's a beautiful and broken beat
And I see you, but you don't me
What are we fighting... were we fighting for
You want the last word. You want it? You got it
I think you catch a glimpse
Impossible, you're so far away
Through my glass eyes the sun dies
What are we fighting... were we fighting for
You want the last word. You want it. You got it all
What are we fighting... were we fighting for
You want the last word. You want it. You got it