Текст песни Messengers

Late, I can stay up late In and out of bed Cleaning up the mess Trying to be honest 'cause I know I am on it In this, the last time I speak of it the loyalties that have been broken Mine isn't dead One thing is true Nothing is sacred When everyone's talking and nobody's listening When we confide in all those friends they're just messengers One thing is true You throw the matters into blue skies turning to grey, falling out every day One thing that's free I confide in you with the truth Late, I can stay up late In and out of bed Cleaning up the mess inside my head