Lyrics
The world doesn't stand a chance,
and we're Holden to the detail.
On our own, once again, we're enigmatic.
It doesn't mend or even matter.
Who's setting this example?
In a word, is there something we can handle all alone?
You're saying, "nothing." You're telling me.
All that I think is that it must be true,
but its all I hear from you.
It must be enough, but it keeps on coming through.
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