Lyrics

What have we got? You know theres no sense in sticking around We could experience a good time but we pushed up the ceiling and found that the examples we've set have become an obvious threat We're drying out Tell me this is not for real What did we take to get so happy with sitting around? and if it never ever counts for anything good, don't be let down Cos i'm starting to see it's the age of expensive taste and i can't deal I'm starting to see it's the age of expensive taste I'm cutting communication, spending the rest of time alone inside with my cap gun I'm cutting communication, spending the rest of time alone inside with my cap gun We sat beside the thought alarm but all we do is waste our time There's nothing new for us to chew a hole into, we're bouncing off the walls. i'm cutting communication, spending the rest of time alone inside with my cap gun. i'm cutting communication, spending the rest of time alone inside with my cap gun