This Is Me Smiling Matter To Matter
Every spoken word is a waste of breath,
every memory will be lost in death,
every induction leads to the same pretense,
every conclusion seems like the best defense.
And we'll never back up what we say,
until the night turns into day,
and time will go away,
time will go away,
time will go away.
Every life begins and ends with a flare,
everyone expects someone to care.
And we'll never back up what we say,
until the night turns into day,
and time will go away,
time will go away,
time will go away,
time will go away.
