The Tie Songtext
von KEN mode

It occurs to me years too late
To spare my lilting ego the trauma
Just how little is being martyred
How little heart there is left to offer


A lidless eye, rose red and reeling
Perceiving nothing save an endless seething
Even I can′t decide
If this is anthem or affect
I think they're getting wise
Or maybe they always knew
I think they′re getting wise
Or maybe they always knew
That this never actually mattered
That this never actually mattered
That this never actually mattered at all