if we live to see another year
well it didn't make much room for it
it wouldn't change a single thing
we live every other day like every other day
but we can't despair with our heads in your hands
we might as well walk away
put another blot of color on the scenery
'cause you're no visionary
just a blot on the scenery
one more day to see through
now we've learned that things are not okay
in this hopeless cold divide
and i swear it's under my skin
i've gotta get out of the way
put another blot of color on the scenery
just a blot on the scenery
'cause we're leaving you with nothing
make your peace or drown in decay
we've gotta get out of the way