The Fine Art Of Falling Apart — текст песни (Matthew Good Band)

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep
Baby, there ain`t enough room in this world
For people like you
And horrors like me

A time of darkness
There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
Disguised as a bee
At night she would fly into the city
Sting the cause
And sting the cost
And she would hover over me
Whispering
And so we sing
We`re surfacing
We`re surfacing

I stand alone and I
I fight alone and I
Stay clean by feeling cheap
And baby, there ain`t enough room in this world
For perfection`s like you
And monsters like me

A time of darkness
You will look absurd and you will feel inert
And you will go looking to blame somebody
You see I used to think that I`d get over everything
But everything just got
over me

I`m some of it
You`re some of it
We`re some of it
I`m certain of it

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
That`s all right by me
See baby cause
here ain`t enough room in this world
For a great, great many things