Things go wrong when I trust them In my naive way I love them Like you told me to love them I abide by man made rules And am a picture of all fools I have a border of white clues
I use the formulae of everyday In the floods I stay and get washed away
People talk in nothing With a reverence in a something And my heart beats on with indifference To the lessons of attrition I am a picture of all fools I have a border of white clues
I use the formulae of everyday In the floods I stay and get washed away
formulae of everyday In the floods I stay and get washed away
