Lletres: All Forgotten. Other. Fatigue.

Through no fault of your own,
Your traits they drag my temper across the three Lanes in the road.
At the next exit you'll find it meets my temple
Where my viens meet to throb.

And it's only a sign of weakness,
A temporary stitch that seal my lips so tight
That any sign of frustration
Is quickly shadowed by the headphones in my ears.

And i am so tired my eyes can hardly see,
The fact that you will always mean so much to me.

And i know it's only to ruffle my feathers,
But another wrong turn will leave me at my wit's end.
Will leave me at my
My wit's end. x2

This is nothing we won't live through,
And i know that we always pull through.
So i'll keep singing 'cause we need this,
And i'll stay because we deserve this.

And it's only a sign of weakness,
A temporary stitch that seal my lips so tight
That any sign of frustration
Is quickly shadowed by the headphones in my ears.
And i am so tired my eyes can hardly see,
The fact that you will always mean so much to me.

As the next town rolls closer,
I'll keep the vacancy,
But i'll keep on running while my legs still carry me.

And i know it's only to ruffle my feathers,
But another wrong turn will leave me at my wit's end.
Will leave me at my.
And i know it's only to ruffle my feathers,
But another wrong turn will leave me at my wit's end.
Will leave me at my.

But as the slowest songs sing we're coming home, We'll know;
That we came here for this. x6

(Thanks to Abii for these lyrics)