Everlone

Life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand

you wanna be in a band?

I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know

I got to get to the show

well... what have I got to do?

what have I got to do to get through to you?

well... what have I got to do?

what have I got to do to get next to you?

Like a telephone call would do, fuck it

Everlone, everlone

a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)

everlone, into the great unknown

leaving it all to fade for a while

'til the fire in my eyes passes by

When ideas run out, any fool can make a fist

I got the will to resist

I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man

I bet you don't understand

Well... what have I got to do?

what have I got to do to get through to you?

well: what have I got to do?

what have I got to do to get next to you?

Like a telephone call would do, fuck it

Everlone, everlone

a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)

everlone, into the great unknown

leaving it all to fade for a while

'til the fire in my eyes passes by

Passes by - like a train, like the strangers all around

passes by - like a pain, like the only friend I've found

but if you mix self-confidence with some common sense

maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever...

Everlone, everlone

a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)

everlone, into the great unknown

leaving it all to fade for a while

'til the fire in my eyes passes by