Maybe you're right and I won't get there Or maybe not and I'll do it twice as well 'Cause every word has more than one side And in my mouth they're oversized. I'm trying to match the noise of my unfinished songs With the emptiness of this room where I feel so old, To see if I became the first of my parents' sons On leaving this filthy town that is killing us all. The point is that I cannot see through. Over the years I'm running out of faith 'Cause after all I have more reasons To think for sure that you won't come again. And I don't know if there's right or wrong But there's good and bad And if the choice is up to me, You know what I will try 'Cause sometimes I need to test My limits and my thoughts And it's better to know that I'm Made of blood and bones. Maybe you're right and I won't get there.