LYRIC FOR SALE

By Adrian Mallinson

WE’RE DRIFTING IN THE DESERT AND THERE’S NOTHING HERE
IT’S BEEN LIKE THIS FOR MORE THAN A YEAR
CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME ANYMORE?
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL’S IN STORE

SO WHERE DO WE FAKE IT FROM HERE?
TELL ME, WHERE DO WE FAKE IT FROM HERE?

LOOKS AND SMILES BEGAN IT ALL BUT NOW ITS GONE
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE SURPRISED
DROP THE FAÇADE, DON’T MAKE IT SO HARD

WE CAN’T GO ON LIKE THIS NO MORE
IT’S OVER NOW AND YOU KNOW THE SCORE
IT ISN’T YOU AND IT ISN’T ME
IT’S SOMETHING ELSE THAT WE JUST CAN’T SEE

SO WHERE DO WE FAKE IT FROM HERE?
TELL ME, WHERE DO WE FAKE IT FROM HERE?

IT WON’T GET BETTER IT CAN ONLY GET WORSE
NO LIGHT AT THE END OF THIS TUNNEL
ALL I CAN SEE IS AN ONCOMING TRAIN

IT HAS TO END NOW THERE’S NO OTHER WAY
IT CAN’T GO ON FOR ANOTHER DAY
LET IT GO IT’S THE END OF THE LINE, OTHERWISE…

WHERE DO WE FAKE IT FROM HERE?
TELL ME, WHERE DO WE FAKE IT FROM HERE?