The stress is starting to show In what you call beautiful And I've looked around This whole small town For what you think you need For what you want from me And I keep coming up Keep coming up empty
Shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching Making all the noise of the shyest angels Going down deep so deep I can't breathe And I don't regret a single thing I've seen
The stress is starting to show In what you call beautiful And I've looked around This whole small town For what you think you need For what you want from me And I keep coming up Keep coming up empty
Shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching Making all the noise of the shyest angels Going down deep so deep I can't breathe And I don't regret a single thing I've seen