Unowned
I found a way of payin’off old debtsAlways make more promises, than you can break
An argument that calls for more
Ends with a cold message on the freezer’s door
Where there’s a will; there’s a won’t.
From I to «we" — but still unowned.
Read it between the lies
When someone’s asking someone something
Then you’re proved, that is’s a dumb thing
You’re telling a drowning man, not to grab for straws
I’m a kid in a rowboat, who’s lost his oars.
Going through your things; but nothing’s new
A wild imagination with the tightest view…
Our voodoo dolls are full of holes
— You learned by going, where you had to go Where there’s will, there’s a won’t.
From I to «we" — but still unowned
Read it between the lies
When someone’s asking someone something
And then you’re proved that it’s a dumb thing
You’re telling a drowning man — not to grab for straws
I’m a kid in a rowboat who’s lost his oars.
Yeah, yeah.
When someone’s asking someone something
And then you’re proved that it’s a dumb thing
Yeah! You’re telling a drowning man — not to grab for straws
I’m a kid in a rowboat who’s lost his oars.
'Found a way of payin’off old debts
Always make more promises than you can break
An argument that calls for more
Ends with a cold message on the freezer’s door
When someone’s asking someone something
And then you’re proved that it’s a dumb thing
Yeah, you’re telling a drowning man — not to grab for straws
I’m a kid in a rowboat who’s lost his oars…