The White Cliffs

I'm feeling the same cold room

Every now and then

A face that keeps changing

Every now and then

Another direction

Blowing in the wind

Nothing but empty promises

Every now and then

All over the same four thoughts

Every now and then

Every now and then

Every now and then

Every now and then

Every now and then

What is the purpose?

Every now, every now and then

I get kinda nervous

I want it all to end

Don't understand the purpose

Every now and then

Please don't look but you're drowning

This is your punishment

A small mind with a plaything

A tiny little wren

You go out that door that you came in

This is your punishment

You don't mean what you're saying

You don't mean what you say

I pay no mind what you say

I pay no mind at all

Everything is out of our hands

Everything is out of our hands

Everything is out of our hands

And I don't believe what you're saying

That everything is out of our hands

We’ve been over and over the same things

But everything is out of our hands

Waving from opposite cliffs now

Both waving and drowning

Everything is out of our hands now

Everything is out of our hands

Better get in the boats now

When everything is out of our hands

It's easier to not look now

When everything is out of your hands

Everything is out of your hands

Everything is out of your hands

Blow, whistle, blow