Paroles: Frames. Burn the Maps. Happy.

Come help me out I'm sick from the fight
From inserting a laugh where there's none
Show me where this joke got tired
Tell me you know cause I'm slow catching on..
Your trying to break me down with your tuneless song
That kept me up all night

Take me to the fair where the lifeless singers

Will let you ride up beside them sometimes
And your putting a line

From believing the filtering downs
And your building divides..
Come cut me out I got caught in the wire

Where there should be not a line
Just goes to show how slow we've become
Show me where the stakes got higher

And your putting a line
And your building divides
Where there should be not a line
And putting a line
Why are you building divides
Is it some failing in your life