Paroles: The Get Up Kids. Woodson.

We cannot work out what has to be said
An image painted black in the back of my head
It came so clear last night
You showed me that your words mean more than actions do

And I was listening to you
Someone is listening, oh yeah
That someone is you

You build me up
You break me down again
And I take it
You build me up
You break me down

An image painted black in the back of my head
It came so clear last night
You showed me that your words mean more than actions do

And I was listening to you
Someone is listening, oh yeah
That someone is you

You build me up
You break me down again
And I take it
You build me up
You break me down, okay

Build me up
Break me down
Break me down
Break me down

If this night
If this kiss
Were something real
If this night
If this kiss
Were something real, real