Without Meaning 歌词
Without Meaning - Sunday's Best
9:00 am. She gets in the car hoping things
will change this time around.
"I wonder what they're going to say now,"
She whispers as she reaches for the radio dial.
She's lost all her feeling,
She thinks they are scheming;
It's a game she plays in her head.
She's lost all her feeling,
She thinks they are scheming;
It's a game she plays in her head.
This is it. This life.
This is what you wanted all along. all along.
This is it. This life.
This is what you wanted all along. all along.
He watches the wheels turn around,
each revolution passing him by.
"I give myself 2 years, he cheers.
2 has turned to 5 to "way too long."
He's alive and he's breathing,
But living without meaning.
He might as well be dead.
He's alive and he's breathing,
But living without meaning.
He might as well be dead.
This is it. This life.
This is what you wanted all along. all along.
This is it. This life.
This is what you wanted all along. all along.
Don't hold back. Take it to the people.
You know these things will turn your head around
head around
Don't hold back. Take it to the people.
You know these things will turn your head around
head around
They rolled over paths to travel
Streets of gold (now turned to gravel).
They forgot to roll
the map out in their search for hope or glamour
This is it. This life.
This is what you wanted all along. all along.
This is it. This life.
This is what you wanted all along. all along.
Don't hold back. Take it to the people.
You know these things will turn your head around
head around