There’s nothing that needs to be said We can pretend We’ll sandblast these walls and paint them again When everything comes to an end We can pretend We’ll sandblast these walls and paint them again Oh we hit a bump in the road again and now we’re working out just what it meant I don’t know much But I know I’ll last That I’m falling fast And I wont come back You say that everything’s been going wrong But we’ve been living our lives how we want It’s a throw away cliché… Read More