Asking for truth and not getting an answer
Conflicted by words, submerged by the lies
I'll be the one that they call the saviour
So play by the rules, writing alibis
Just try
Just try
Just try
Just try
January has me running by conventions
Don't know if I'm gonna hold out till July
Buzz of the stereo reminds me
The summers I spent in a better time
But I won't be the one that reminds you
Your patches are fading into your skin
And all the children on the motorway
Run around picking blackberries
Ah
Ah
Speckled sunshine
Speckled sunshine
Speckled sunshine
Speckled sunshine