The Way You Are کے بول

Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are Going far, getting nowhere The way you are Going far, getting nowhere The way you are These fingers aren't my fingers These hands are not my hands No one sees and no one cares what gets broken Not for rhyme and not for reason What gets broken What gets broken Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are Going far, getting nowhere The way you are Going far, getting nowhere The way you are In the river my machinery Slows to a heartbeat Echoing ghost just laid by Those who whistle while they work Out of time and out of season What gets broken Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are Going far, getting nowhere The way you are Going far, getting nowhere The way you are