Текст песни: Hulk Hands + перевод

Is there some kind of strategy that’s never been explained to me?

On how you should deal when

Everything you love comes crashing down

Open my mouth

But not a sound comes out

I think of just how bad that

I wish that I could go back

To correct decisions made

And counteract feeling so afraid

I’m starting to see what you said

All along but I

But I still disagree

Can’t put a price tag on

The things we’ve seen

Or the nights that meant the world to me

It’s impossible to choose

With everything that you’ve got

Left to lose

I hope I never see the day when ambition fades away

I’d rather dive off of the Newburgh-Beacon than live a life so meaningless

Cover my mouth

So not a sound comes out

No matter what the outcome

Accept it that I can’t go back

To correct decisions made

And counteract feeling so afraid

Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit

Your dreams will never come true

Good luck with the woulda-coulda shit

Those dreams will never come true

It’s impossible to choose

With everything that you’ve got

Left to lose

And these days

Nothing’s ever black and white

We’re just all lost in the details

Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?

Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?

Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?

Every question weighs a ton, is this so wrong that it can’t be undone?

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