Shall I speak the truth or shall I bite my tongue?
This fighting talk is tiresome…
I’m tired I’m tired I need to close my eyes
But I know that home is like a million miles…

No one sees us when we’re making waves, waves waves
And all I want to do is walk away…

You know what it means if we don’t deliver…
Baby you’re the gun and I’m your trigger
You know what it means if we don’t deliver…
Baby you’re the gun, and I’m your trigger…

Shall I speak the truth or shall I bite my tongue?
I don’t know how I get so detached from everyone…
No one sees us when we’re making waves, waves waves…
It’s dark outside and I didn’t go out again…

You know what it means if we don’t deliver…
Baby you’re the gun and I’m your trigger
You know what it means if we don’t deliver…
Baby you’re the gun, and I’m your trigger

So I pace the room and I climb the walls.
It’s like the lights are off and I just can’t find the doors…
No one sees us when we’re making waves, waves waves…
It’s dark outside and I didn’t go out again.

You know what it