I couldn't believe what I'd become
An elephant white as morning sun
I guess that wasn't new
I'll leave that up to you
But all your friends without reply
You made them believe things all the while
They say that you are true
They're standing up for you
But I can't believe
In vain, so long
A pride so raw
I can't believe
I couldn't believe the game was on
The haunting stares on morning runs
You have to see them through
When people step on you
And still it holds, the show of hands
The both of us cannot be friends
It's adding up to worse
The feeling never turns
But I can't believe
In vain, so long
A pride so raw
I can't believe
Don't make a sound
What's the meanness all about
Make it bad, make it worse
Will this feeling ever turn?
It's the mood, it's the night
It's the feeling that we might
Make it up, make it work
Will this feeling ever turn?
It's the mood, it's the night
It's the feeling that we might
Make it bad, make it worse
Will this feeling ever turn?
It's the mood, it's the night
It's the feeling that we might
Make it up, make it work
Will this feeling ever turn?
It's the mood, it's the night
It's the feeling that we might
Make it bad, make it worse
Will this feeling ever turn?
It's the mood, it's the night
It's the feeling that we might
Make it up, make it work
Will this feeling ever turn?