Oh, the life you lead leads you to distraction

Confusing your desires with involuntary actions

A hundred thousand destinations and plans that you've forgotten

And the fruits of all your labor are slowly going rotten

And the blanket of this city will never keep you warm

And the pages of our history are prematurely worn

And all the time we need is passing every day

You can blame it on the words we never say

All the world is like strings of chain reactions

Never-ending fires, heartache, and attractions

And the blanket of this city will never keep you warm

And the pages of our history are prematurely worn

And all the time we need is passing every day

You can blame it on the words we never say