Letra de Everlone

Life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand You wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, i got too much, too soon, too fucked up i don't know I got to get to the show Well... what have i got to do? What have i got to do to get through to you? Well... what have i got to do? What have i got to do to get next to you? Like a telephone call would do, fuck it [chorus] Everlone, everlone A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of) Everlone, into the great unknown Leaving it all to fade for a while 'til the fire in my eyes passes by When ideas run out, any fool can make a fist I got the will to resist I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man I bet you don't understand Well... what have i got to do? What have i got to do to get through to you? Well: what have i got to do? What have i got to do to get next to you? Like a telephone call would do, fuck it [chorus] Passes by - like a train, like the strangers all around Passes by - like a pain, like the only friend i've found But if you mix self-confidence with some common sense Maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever... [chorus]