Woorden: Silverchair. Young Modern. All Across The World.

Underneath the shelf
Cracks appear in thick enamel
In this lapse excuse for wasting time
I wait for signals shooting stars
I'd scrape through every branch
'Cause I need to come down

Underneath the home
I lived in, I was a page in someone's book
And no one asked me why
The page is fifteen storeys high
I'm underneath that home, I'm wondering why

All across the world
There are things we need to forget and forgive
Sometimes we have to try
And shed the damage we don't need
Oh justice, shake your head
I'm wasting my time

We can break this droughts
Wanna tell you that I love you
I need you in the night, sometimes I get so full
I wanna tell you I'm feeling alright
I'm shaken to the bone and on my way home

Adjust an omen at the door
Singing, baby, won't you please get a hold without it?
And while you sit there on the phone
Tellin' me, baby, I'm a liar
You don't seem to care what I care about
And, baby, it's a shame to be wasted

All across the world
There are things we need to forget and forgive
Sometimes we have to try
And shed the damage we don't need
Oh justice, shake your head
I'm on my way home