| Three years in the ice box
|
| Three years with no air
|
| The knife cuts through in every direction
|
| And the teeth of time, they don’t care
|
| Face down in the river, too loyal to black
|
| She’s goin' on trail and there’s trouble out there
|
| Try, try, I’m tryin' not to think about it (oh yeah)
|
| Try, try, I’m tryin' not to think about it (oh yeah)
|
| Red screams in the mailbox
|
| Blue dreams on my phone
|
| Bad legs, neurosis, your real lost doses
|
| Four walls, no lights, hold on
|
| The future grows cold as friends disappear
|
| Don’t move its no use, cause the night is right here
|
| Try, try, I’m tryin' not to think about it, huh huh (oh yeah)
|
| Try, try, I’m tryin' not to think about it, try so hard, help me up
|
| The sniper old hand as he slowly takes aim
|
| Why didn’t they tell me the rules of the game?
|
| Try, try, I’m tryin' not to think about it, huh (oh yeah)
|
| Try, try, I’m tryin' not to think about it, yeah (yeah yeah yeah) |