Picture an evening bribing the dark
Second guessing all your chances
In your high rise risk apartment
Graffiti'd green across the car park way
Are words of idealistic heartache
A point just too hard to make
Sometimes everything happens too late
Fell on your sword
In the rush to be bored
I of course realise that it was my mistake
But the point was just too hard to make
Parts you played before
Don't suit you no more
Oh, I'm sure that you know that it was my mistake
But the point was just too hard to make
Punk pay-back bought you a sense of wonder
That was borrowed from the mirror
Or stolen from the silver
But then in time you may find it pulls you under
Or maybe tries to keep you up late
With a point that's too hard to make
Crushed out, the comedown lasted for days
Fell on your sword
In the rush to be bored
I of course realise that it was my mistake
But the point was just too hard to make
Parts you played before
Don't suit you no more
Oh, I'm sure that you know that it was my mistake
But the point was just too hard to make
In vandalism oath
We leave behind our quotes
And hope that you will find it
Now I've worked out what I can't say
Oh
Fell on your sword
In the rush to be bored
I of course realise that it was my mistake
But the point was just too hard to make
Parts you played before
Don't suit you no more
Oh, I'm sure that you know that it was my mistake
But the point was just too hard to make
