Think Fast Songtext
von midday.

Think fast, ride slow
Keep that tempo
4-4 Straight time
Make every word count
One, two, three, four

You gotta learn to admit that this was nothing for you
There′s nothing left to predict, there's not a semblance of truth
In any lines that you wrote down, the story′s a joke now
The venues a ghost town and I'm going home


Something's not right
This hue of limelight
Does not surmount
The emptiness count
One, two, three, four

You gotta learn to admit that this was nothing for you
There′s nothing left to predict, there′s not a semblance of truth
In any lines that you wrote down, the story's a joke now
The venues a ghost town and I′m going home

Don't you wanna see things, wanna see more in the dead of night
Don′t you think it's easy, shut the front door, keep it all inside


You gotta learn to admit that this was nothing for you
There′s nothing left to predict, there's not a semblance of truth
In any lines that you wrote down, the story's a joke now
Make every word
Count and admit that this was nothing for you
There′s nothing left to predict, there′s not a semblance of truth
In any lines that you wrote down, the story's a joke now
The venues a ghost town and I′m going home