Forecast failing The heat they said would sweep the land has failed to touch the cold that lines the sides of these four walls with Goodwill trailing And all our money running out; what seemed a good idea has fast become a fraying waste of time Sunset staling Was meant to be this nice idea; it's not the moment that we hoped, we'd check our phones, our eyes could meet Brainstorm sharing Could be the story that we tell ourselves to dam the flood and wash away the legends that we built Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Forecast failing The heat they said would sweep the land has failed to touch the cold that lines the sides of these four walls with Goodwill trailing And all our money running out; what seemed a good idea has fast become a fraying waste of time Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Forecast failing The heat they said would sweep the land has failed to touch the cold that lines the sides of these four walls with Goodwill trailing And all our money running out; what seemed a good idea has fast become a fraying waste of time Tension fleeting Of always everything to say; the space between our walls gets longer as the noise our silence built Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah