Damn these endless powers
for giving me false hope
If I could, I would change nothing
except the world in which we cry
I can't hear no words
in this spinning, oversaturated blur
Damn all the wildflowers
for giving up so short
If I could, I would change something
inside your eyes when you were mine
But I can't hear no words
in this spinning, oversaturated blur
Damn these senseless hours
of looking for a song
If I knew, then I would have nothing
except this world in which we try
And I can't hear no words
In this spinning, oversaturated blur
