Everlone

life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand
 you wanna be in a band?
 I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know
 I got to get to the show
 well... what have I got to do?
 what have I got to do to get through to you?
 well... what have I got to do?
 what have I got to do to get next to you?
 like a telephone call would do, fuck it
 CHORUS:
 everlone, everlone
 a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)
 everlone, into the great unknown
 leaving it all to fade for a while
 'til the fire in my eyes passes by
 when ideas run out, any fool can make a fist
 I got the will to resist
 I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man
 I bet you don't understand
 well... what have I got to do?
 what have I got to do to get through to you?
 well... what have I got to do?
 what have I got to do to get next to you?
 like a telephone call would do, fuck it
 CHORUS
 passes by - like a train, like the strangers all around
 passes by - like a pain, like the only friend I've found
 but if you mix self-confidence with some common sense
 maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever...
 (... ever (x7))
 CHORUS