Текст песни Anything But

Anything but It's just too raw It stings against the wind We seek escape 'round every bend We simply cannot cease Scratching Tonguing Maybe here or there If we could only bear to quietly sit alone What if there was no problem? What if this was enough? Creating codes for cracking Obtusely spurning nature It's painful to be present For life's an aching thing Swaddle us in fiction Soothe us with commission