I'm still trying to fight it Quarter of a lifetime But I'm already tired Thinking of the wasted youth We'd spent our years just lighting fires Too much talk for a small town Illusions, mirrors –they all come crashing down We're living in a bubble I'm still trying to fight it Go drum up the exception Everyone thinks they're apart Another weightless intention When all is said and nothing's done Was it a question of impulse Or a thief in the night Shocked into submission Keep it out of sight out of mind Out of mind Out of mind Out of mind I'm still trying to fight it I'm still trying I'm still trying I'm still trying I'm still trying to fight it