Appropriate Ending

Something hit a nerve in me, shook me like a busy theory

Believed in you for all these years, never saw a time that we'd be

backing out of foreign towns – we're definitely up the wrong tree

And picking off the innocent – all the while you couldn't see



We gave you the world; you're unhappy

Still you don't listen to me

Must be I said the words a little too fast

Or the fact that our opposites are polar



Sparks are flying day and night

if only ‘cause we're out of favour

A time will come around again, friend – 

and then we'll be right back where



it started with another me

shaking like busy theory

Believing you for all these years

and never with a need to worry…



We gave you the world; you're unhappy

Still you don't listen to me

Must be I said the words a little too fast

Or the fact that our opposites are polar



You threw away the world – now you're happy

And you're always talking to me

Must be said that my world's a little smaller

but for now, there is colour in my corner of it…