Matthew Good Fought To Fight It
(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air!)
This is the writing on the wall
Inside the cage that gets you out
This is the scratching and the sweat
Between the sheets that makes you shout
Here they come again
Those million voices looking to get out
They're all in all so very small
Those giant teeth that eye you
Fought to fight it
You fought to fight it
Miles away from here
Where the air in my head gets clear
You're the name on the tip of my tongue
Fought to fight it, just run
This is the office down the hall
That writes the checks that gets the house
A better half that's made of glass
That's skipping stones and cleans you out
Here they come again
Those million voices looking to get out
They're all in all so very small
You fought to fight them do you
(Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air!)
Miles away from here
Where the air in my head gets clear
You're the name on the tip of my tongue
Fought to fight it
Miles away from here