Woorden: Kevin Devine. Protest Singer.

I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
And I was scared of the way I look now
I knew the only thought, my mind, my eyes
Please don't believe in me

I don't want to let you down
And I'm convinced it only rains in New York
And I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
A room full of empty people

Regretting every time that they inhale
And I want to write one perfect song
To make you cry in your sleep
Kind of, like a soundtrack for your dreams

To let you know I'm watching
And making sure it's exact alright, it'll be alright
I guess I wanted to make you feel something
I wanted to make you feel everything

And you may call me a protest singer
But I'm only protesting myself
I don't believe in beautiful people
And I don't believe in me

I wonder what it's like to be in between
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
You may call me a protest singer

Can you hear me?
But I'm only protesting myself
And you may call me a protest singer
But I'm only protesting myself