Plain

This has been an awful day
Just like the others
It made no change

There is no passion in your life, no expression on your face
You're getting used to drive in a boring normal way
You'd rather trip on the back of a young horse
Which likes green common grass instead of this bat-shit crazy

Smooth-talk, no happy end
Justifying your damn absence
And the vintage sound always stifling
Cleaning the whole house
Gets me a bit insane

There is no passion in your life, no expression on your face
You're getting used to drive in a boring normal way
You'd rather trip on the back of a young horse
Which likes green common grass instead of this bat-shit crazy

No, I don't want to say goodbye
Don't want to say it,
But I need to, but I need to,
But I need to step aside

No, I don't want to say goodbye
Don't want to say it,
But I need to, but I need to,
But I need to step aside