Текст:
Every single night, the same arrangement.
I go out and fight the fight.
Still I always feel the strange estrangement.
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right.
I’ve been making shows of trading blows,
Just hoping no one knows
That I’ve been going through the motions,
Walking through the part. Nothing seems to penetrate my heart.

I was always brave and kind of righteous.
Now I find I’m wavering.
Crawl out of your grave,
You’ll find this fight just doesn’t mean a thing.

She ain’t got that swing.

Thanks for noticing.

She does pretty well with things from hell,
But lately we can tell
That she’s just going through the motions.
Faking it somehow.

She’s not even half the girl she… oww!

Will I stay this way forever?
Sleepwalk through my life’s endeavor?

How can I repay you?

Whatever.
I don’t want to be

Going through the motions,
Losing all my drive.
I can’t even see
If this is really me.

And I just wanna be alive!