The Fake Sound Of Progress by Lost Prophets
Got to sell high and bail high You are for now, i'll fantasize Had it our way, bailed down, but it's allright now (that's what i make of it..) Sit down, my soul, I told you that my time is out and i'm falling down, got it all worked out, now I say to you that you would but if it ever came down to one day, one day left in a thousand, the last good times of summer, and the last few minutes of warmth, remember what it was like to enjoy our time, before we all go back to school and learn, before our eyes turned grey again, and we forget what it was ever like to feel awake, to feel awake, so is this why i feel so cold? there's too much panic i've been told, and everytime i show, i see the way it used to go, i need to see that every year, not to hear it just so clear, so clear the nights were so much hotter then, we all hung out and made a mess it's like you can't go back but hearing that just makes me want to, call my friends, and tell them that i'm coming home got it all down, inside... So why don't i face it why can't i face it? why don't i face it? why don't i face it? (why don't i face it?) the nights were so much hotter then, we all hung out and made a mess, it's like you can't go back but hearing that just makes me want to, call my friends, tell them that i'm coming home So why don't i face it, why can't i face it? So why don't i face it, why can't i face it? So why don't i face it, why can't i face it........