What do you say when there's nothing worth saying, and nothing worth saying, is what you want to hear.
Stuck at a loss with the thoughts you're conveying.
The notes that are playing, sound the same, only sincere.
Ooo you're not, but I feeeeaaaar you forgot.
Button up let's go, had enough of those, cushions of explanation.
Button up, let's leave, had enough of these, cushions of explanaaation.
So where do you go when there's nowhere worth going, and nowhere worth going, is where you wanna be.
Stuck at a crossroads, of lost roads for growing, but when of your knowing which to take, and where it leads.
Still you wait, for the arms of your fate, now button up, let's go, had enough, of those cushions of explanation.
Button up, let's leave, had enough of these, cushions of explanation.
The softest excuses do you lay your head on, they keep you from lugging some heavier burden, but open your eyes and you'll see that you've piled on cushions and cushions and cushions.
STILL YOU WAIT, FOR THE ARMS OF YOUR FATE.
Now, button up let's go, had enough of those cushions of explanation.
Button up, let's leave, had enough of these, cushions of explanation.
Cushions of explanation, enough of, cushions of explanation, fa-or me.