All the Same

Made of chrome they celebrate
 We just sleep on holiday
 And when in doubt they grow on me
 Been on the phone since yesterday.
 And your face, that feels the world
 And all the things you could've seen
 It's all the same
 You're all the same
 With a breeze calms the storm
 Then you hope we washed away
 It's all the same
 You're all the same.
 In a row stood seperately
 Under fire but not for me
 To this sound come rolling in
 To a home we make believe.
 And your face, that feels the world
 And all the things you could've seen
 It's all the same
 You're all the same
 With breeze calms the storm
 Then you hope we washed away
 It's all the same
 You're all the same
 And all my wicked ways
 You're on your own again
 I'm on my own again
 And all my wicked ways
 You're on your own again
 I'm on my own again.
 And your face, that feels the world
 And all the things you could've seen
 It's all the same
 You're all the same
 With a breeze calms the storm
 Then you hope we washed away
 It's all the same
 You're all the same
 And all my wicked ways
 You're on your own again
 I'm on my own again
 And all my wicked ways
 You're on your own again
 I'm on my own again