Wreckage In The Rubble

I'm tired of living in an argument

I'm sick of kitchens with no windows

I've got two left feet and that's what holds me back

Dancing in the dark is a heart attack

Such a grey sky we're living underneath

It's like I'm stumbling with my eyes shut

I've got all this fear ready to be unpacked

I'm just giving enough to get the good back

Then I'll stop trying

Then I'll stop trying so hard

But that won't work

That won't work

And you said, with that amount of pressure

We'll soon be making diamonds

Caught up in between the laughter lines

While Barcelona waits there

Locked in eternal summer

Wasn't that a lovely time of year?

I'm wide awake and feeling no relief

It's like I'm living in a bubble

Where all my friends that never call me back

Are just getting prepared for the second act

Where everything falls apart again

Another wreckage in the rubble

Another birthday party feeling ten feet tall

When you've never really got a handle on it all

Then you stop trying

I swear you stop trying so hard

But that won't work

That won't work

And you said with that amount of pressure

We'll soon be making diamonds

Caught up in between the laughter lines

While Barcelona waits there

Locked in eternal summer

Wasn't that a lovely time of year?