Lyrics

Sometimes what you want are not the things you need X2 If you fall, I'm standing here right beside you Holding on, I'm standing here right beside you The masses will go to great lengths to preserve their hyper-normality, habits and malls The fences are painted and stories installed To postpone any questions Out of sight, out of mind,without sound, burning out Sometimes what you want are not the things you need X2 When you fall, I'm hanging here right beside you Holding on, I'm hanging here right beside you The flock's pressing on and the end of the world will be caused by people just doing their jobs While those burning bright to enlighten the hob Will hang from the lampposts Out of sight, out of mind, without sound, burning out Sometimes what you want are not the things you need X2 While you fall, I'm hanging here right above you Pressing on, I'm hanging here right above you Hoping someone's there to catch you (Nobody likes a sore loser who whines But the victors wrote all the history books And all the plot holes are getting too big To suspend any disbelief) Out of sight, out of mind, without sound, burning out