Вершы: Pomegranate. On Black Peak. O Why Cry.

Everybody knows there?s an opening
There?s a silver ring
And everybody?s even
Everybody knows there?s an open door
There?s a running sore
And everybody?s leaving

Everybody?s seizing on what everybody?s got
And everybody?s leaving such a lot
And everybody?s wasting time and everybody knows
That everybody?s wasting such a lot

Everybody knows there?s a hungering
There?s a famine thing
As long as it?s not me then
Everybody knows there?s a lack of space
In the human race
But knowing ain?t believing

Everybody?s seizing on what everybody?s got
And everybody?s leaving such a lot
And everybody?s wasting time and everybody knows
That everybody?s wasting such a lot

Underneath the mattress lies the fear of being alone
Sleeping with a stranger and a broken mobile phone
Underneath the bedclothes lies the fear of being alive
And o why cry?