Your New Number One

Floorbound

Compositor: Não Disponível

So let me get this whole thing straight
You lied, and it's going out of style.
Your words fell dead before they had arrived.

It's all in the delivery
So stop your lips from stuttering.
These words won't be the ones that take you home.

Address this note to everyone inside:
We wont be fooled by your complacent sighs.

Now there's nothing left for you to say
So bring this to an end and walk away.

It's all in the delivery
So stop your lips from stuttering.
These words won't be the ones that take you home.

Address this note to everyone inside:
We wont be fooled by your complacent sighs.

Don't say that you want to hear me.
You've got no heart to listen,
And my throat aches from screaming
At you.

Tear off the strings for safety!
We're walking out with no net.
Pray outstretched hands don't falter tonight.