Float

Float along the shore

Pebbles sink beneath the soles of each two feet

You hate when it rains

Perfect remains get swept away

Trudge back to the car

I feel like I'm gonna hit the ceiling tonight

When is the part

Things will actually start

Coming back again 'cause this feeling has no end?

I don't wanna have to pretend

Pulled into the drag

We have arrived

Feel the crunching of the ice

Footsteps in the hall

Pictures on the wall

There's not much to talk about

Trudge back to the car

I feel like I'm gonna hit the ceiling tonight

When is the part

Things will actually start

Coming back again 'cause this feeling has no end?

I don't wanna have to pretend

I have no one left to protect

I was torn apart

It was a false start

It pulled me down the bend stream

Or washed away the bridge

I don't wanna have to pretend

I don't wanna have to pretend

When is the part?

I don't wanna have to pretend

I don't wanna have to pretend

When is the part

Things will actually start

Coming back again 'cause this feeling has no end?

I don't wanna have to pretend

I don't wanna have to pretend