Оригинален текст
Daniel Johns/Paul Mac
SOMEWHERE FROM THE MORTAR
THEY SAVED YOU FROM FAR AWAY LABELS
ETERNITY MEANS NOTHING
BUT A SIGN ON A BRIDGE
WHEN EVERYONES A STRANGER
THEY CALL FOR YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME
AND LAUGH AT JOKES YOU ONCE MADE
WHEN YOU WERE A KID
SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
LIES A BULLET THAT I CANT KEEP
AND IN THESE WATERS IM WADING FOR A REASON
AFTER ALL, ITS IN MY HEAD
IM NOT A SLAVE TO A DESPERATE LUST
AND IN THESE WATERS IM WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL
SCREAMING LIMITATIONS
FALL SILENT ON NEW YORK CORNERS
A TERRORISTS A PRISONER, AND A TOURIST A THIEF
WHEN PAINTINGS SEEM LIKE BARGAINS
BUT THEYRE NOTHING BUT WALLPAPER
IM PLAGUED BY SMALL TOWN FASCISTS
LIKE A RASH ON MY SKIN
SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BARREL
LIES A BULLET THAT I CANT KEEP AND
IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN DISTANCE
AFTER ALL, ITS IN MY HEAD
IM NOT A SLAVE TO AN UNBORN TRUST
AND IN THESE WATERS IM WAITING FOR A REASON AFTER ALL.AFTER ALL.AFTER ALL
NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH