Keane

I dream in emails, worn out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more
This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me

Trying to make a move just to stay in the game,
I try to stay awake and remember my name,
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same.

Why do I have to fly over every town up and down the line?
I'll die in the clouds above and you that I defend, I do not love.