Seven years with local hope
They take it all, don't stop don't gloat
Try to reconsider fees
Talk to him, it's all to please
Sensing heat, the fire hits
We don't have the strength left
What they made is coming down
This is in the smallest town
Because you feel
Half as real
Like most people
Personalities they steal
Rough and old, it's wearing thin
Loose thread bearing skin
But battering the day's wind
It's tough when bodies just don't bend
I can hear him try to sing
It's only breath, his words don't ring
I guess we save the way to win
Ambition is the foreign sin
Because you feel
Half as real
Like most people
Personalities they steal
And I wonder
Who is bundled up and has lost it
And I wonder
And more to come means mostly done
So take what's left with it and run
And we'll find the face that feeds the tracks
The weight we rested on our backs
With everything a social swing
There's more to do and more to bring
Everything's a social swing
With more to do and more to bring
Because you feel
Half as real
Like most people
Personalities they steal
And I wonder
Who is bundled up and has lost it
And I wonder
