Testo di Unspoken

The waters flow here in this cynic's paradise So nice to be a part of something, and it's nice So nice for you to pay attention Long enough for me to mention Chorus: We toast our drinks and drink the wine And whine about all of the times Times are short And we are boken Broken down and beaten in And yet we've tried to keep our grin The necessary words Unspoken Well we've been lied to Oh every time we've listened in The sin is that we stopped to listen to that sweet song So long that we've forgotten that the melody is rotten