كلمات A Chore

In a flick of the wrist You will not find The sharp blade that is your mind And you're the one who's wearing, the end is nigh Your heart it speeds through the best of times And we're breaking it now And you don't really wanna know You had believed one time And now you want more And what you perceive as life Is no more than a chore Never a safe or a right place for ever getting old We need some room for the wings that we have grown You're not really listening to me You're not really listening to me You're not really listening to me You're not really listening You had believed one time And now you want more And what you perceive as life Is no more than a chore You don't have what you won't have You don't have what you don't need You don't have what you won't have You don't need You don't need Need, yeah You had believed one time And now you want more And what you perceive as life Is no more than a chore A chore A chore