Something hit a nerve in me, shook me like a busy
Theory
Believed in you for all these years, never saw a time
That we'd be
Backing out of foreign towns / we're definitely up the
Wrong tree
And picking off the innocent / all the while you
Couldn't see

We gave you the world; you're unhappy
Still you don't listen to me
Must be I said the words a little too fast
Or the fact that our opposites are polar

Sparks are flying day and night
If only 'cause we're out of favour
A time will come around again, friend

And then we'll be right back where

It started with another me
Shaking like busy theory
Believing you for all these years
And never with a need to worry

We gave you the world; you're unhappy
Still you don't listen to me
Must be I said the words a little too fast
Or the fact that our opposites are polar

You threw away the world / now you're happy
And you're always talking to me
Must be said that my world's a little smaller
But for now, there is colour in my corner of it