All these songs just sound the same And I’m not Looking for another white blank page, whoa All the chords that I write never sound right Like it makes a difference anyway
All these things inside my head Go up and down and ‘round again All these things, just make me want to sing Whoa
We’ve got so many problems That we forgot what they’re about We’ve got so many problems with ourselves, whoa We’re running out of solutions Save it til the lights go out We’ve got so many problems We’ve got so many problems with ourselves
So many new problems with what I know And maybe I’m not looking for a change All the chords that I play never sound right Like it makes a difference anyway
All these things inside my head Go up and down and ‘round again All these things just make me want to sing Whoa
We’ve got so many problems That we forgot what they’re about We’ve got so many problems with ourselves We’re running out of solutions Save it til the lights go out
We’ve got so many problems We got so many problems with our- We’ve got so many problems We got so many problems with ourselvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.