Birmingham Blues

Now, who is going to pick the mess That we've designed so well Cause' all I can just see are ruins, they are ruins Who is going to own the mess That stays inside my head? Cause' all I can just see are ruins, they are ruins I am awake now Can we find a workaround? [I wake up, and I think This will be a great day! But, great in relation to what? In relation to that endless race towards faking it? I wake up, and I think This will be a great day! I wake up, and I think This will be a great day! Now, who's going to tell them, kids That we have played a game? It's called the masochist in ruins, more ruins And, we could've stopped the shame Instead we digged this well That feeds upon our dreams, and ruins, more ruins, oh Can we meet tonight and say that we have always cared for all? No, these are ruins, just ruins, and nothing more Can we meet tonight and just pretend we don't abuse it all? I guess we are ruins, all ruins, we were ruins all along! As I am awake now Can we find a workaround? I think we are ruins, and nothing more As I am awake now Can we find a workaround? We are simply ruins, and nothing more As I am awake now Built a life around a story That suddenly doesn't seem so accurate The buildings all create the ruins That now distort my path, I am ruined! As I am awake now Can we find a workaround? I wake up, and I think Where would I be today? We are simply ruins and nothing more A path destroyed will lead to glory! I guess we were ruins, we were ruins all along! This will be a great day!