Riots

Why do they bother?
Why do they care?
The crowd is drowned in spilled out blood

It is not over
We’re halfway there
Like riots before the flood

Now carry these chords home
Carry these tunes
Let them roll out of your bed like a withered lover

Would you fire that gun
Just to get it over and done with?

Well, I won’t say it’s about coming clean
But all I know is that we tip around on our toes
Trying to put our feet down right
And everytime we’re really high up
Oh, so high up
Somebody will always tell us
That we’re not down to earth
That we’re not down to earth enough

So if you don’t mind, why even lay the blame?
So if you don’t mind, why even lay the blame?
So if you don’t mind, why even lay the blame?
So if you don’t mind…

Why do they bother?
Why do they care?
They’re not talking about love, are they?

It can’t be over when we’re halfway there
But so easily lead astray

When you walk me home
Just to keep me warm
Do we need to start a revolution ’bout it?

Got no alibi
But the open sky

Well, I won’t say it’s about coming clean
But all I know is that we tip around on our toes
Trying to put our feet down right
And everytime we’re really high up
Oh, so high up
Somebody will always tell us
That we’re not down to earth
That we’re not down to earth enough

So if you don’t mind, I’m not taking the blame
So if you don’t mind, I’m not taking the blame
So if you don’t mind, I’m not taking the blame
So if you don’t mind, I’m not taking the blame