The Maths Songtext
von Brett Newski

I remember finding out that Santa Claus was fake
And since that day I′ve (merced) a broken heart.
It's not the fact that we′re all raised on lies that makes me angry
It's the lies we're told that set us all apart.
Well it′s the lies we′re told that set us all apart.

We're often putting too much faith into the sky
But when it rains we only end up wet.
I watch the weather there′s a good chance there'll be lightning
We should probably go inside before we′re dead.

And I've always known,
One and one make two.
The thing I never figured out is how to lie to you.


I sacrificed much (x) for the sake of being smart
Now I only speak in metaphor.
Summer is the time to pick shapes out of the clouds
Because in winter there′s just way too many more.
Because in winter there's just way too many more.

We're often putting too much faith into the sky
But when it rains we only end up wet.
I watch the weather there′s a good chance there′ll be lightning
We should probably go inside before we're dead.

And I′ve always known,
Two and two make four.
The thing I never figured out is how to last for more.

And I've always known,
Three and three make six.
The thing I never figured out is how to get my fix of you.

And I′ve always known,
Four and four make eight.
By the time that I figured that one out it's always way too late.