The Excuse
For years I've been hiding in the dark
Like a thief with his hand in your pocket
Is that your heart
Do we have to be so complex, never understanding
Do we have to be so complex never understanding true feelings
As effort proves useless for a girl
With a voice of an angel
Who's not aware of me
Do we have to be so complex, never understanding
Making yourself an idiot is just the tip of the iceberg
As effort proves useless
Locking yourself in, hoping and waiting
And she noticed me but it was too late
And she noticed me
What is this
Misunderstood, unforgiven, forsaken
These are the words that I sketched in your mind
You bit the hand that fed you
Do we have to be so complex, never understanding
Do we have to be so complex never understanding true feelings
As effort proves useless
Let's think about it
I'll take the odds
I'll take them all
I'll wrap them in silver and burry in cold
What was sacral has become profane
And it's no one's fault, no one to blame, really
What was sacral has become profane
And it's no one's fault, no one to blame, for years
I've been hiding in the dark
Like a thief with his hand in your pocket
Is that your heart
Locking yourself in, hoping and waiting
And she noticed me but it was too late
And she noticed me
What is this
The torment of your lies, the excuses for my tries
Blind and the crippled, enjoying in a game
Like a thief with his hand in your pocket
Is that your heart
Do we have to be so complex, never understanding
Do we have to be so complex never understanding true feelings
As effort proves useless for a girl
With a voice of an angel
Who's not aware of me
Do we have to be so complex, never understanding
Making yourself an idiot is just the tip of the iceberg
As effort proves useless
Locking yourself in, hoping and waiting
And she noticed me but it was too late
And she noticed me
What is this
Misunderstood, unforgiven, forsaken
These are the words that I sketched in your mind
You bit the hand that fed you
Do we have to be so complex, never understanding
Do we have to be so complex never understanding true feelings
As effort proves useless
Let's think about it
I'll take the odds
I'll take them all
I'll wrap them in silver and burry in cold
What was sacral has become profane
And it's no one's fault, no one to blame, really
What was sacral has become profane
And it's no one's fault, no one to blame, for years
I've been hiding in the dark
Like a thief with his hand in your pocket
Is that your heart
Locking yourself in, hoping and waiting
And she noticed me but it was too late
And she noticed me
What is this
The torment of your lies, the excuses for my tries
Blind and the crippled, enjoying in a game
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Writer(s): Marko Markovic
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