كلمات Industry

Uneven, unsteady again Behaviour you cannot defend It's short-lived, but what gives you the right To haul me along for the ride? And in our faceless days, we stumble or float And in abandoned nights, we're cold and remote I drift back, disorder sets in I don't seem to learn anything Where are you and are you with him? I speak it, but you lock it in And in our faceless days, we stumble or float And in abandoned nights, we're cold and remote I recognise the fear concealed in your ways Could you believe this low is all that remains? Broad strokes, old colour returns Rough ground but still you don't learn Change up and don't bother with this Was there something that I missed again?