Problems
Drifting
Through dark and dreadful things
I swore by tomorrow
I would find it
but I'm still
Waiting
In the open wings
You said I've got too many problems
Well that's a problem
Another sleepless night is gone
I don't want to fight it, I go on and on
And if you think you know what's wrong
You're not as bad as you think you are
I was thinking
About your secret half
How it's a few waves short of a flood
It's like a beating heart without any blood
I found it lacking
Some rookie shadow self
When you said: you've got too many problems
I said: you're not one
Another sleepless night is gone
I don't want to fight it, I go on and on and on
And if you think you know what's wrong
You're not as bad as you think you are
The closer you come, I get further away
Another sleepless night is gone
I don't want to fight it, I go on and on and on
And if you think you know what's wrong
You're not as bad as you think you are
Another fight for the blood red dawn
Two shouts for the night crowd, they go on and on
And if you think you know what's wrong
You're not as bad as you think, you've got
Problems
Problemas
Derivando
A través de cosas oscuras y aterradoras
Juraba que mañana
Lo encontraría
pero sigo
Esperando
En las alas abiertas
Dijiste que tengo demasiados problemas
Bueno, ese es un problema
Otra noche sin dormir se ha ido
No quiero pelearlo, sigo y sigo
Y si piensas que sabes qué está mal
No eres tan malo como crees que eres
Estaba pensando
En tu mitad secreta
Cómo le faltan algunas olas para ser un diluvio
Es como un corazón latiendo sin sangre
Lo encontré falto
De un yo sombra novato
Cuando dijiste: tienes demasiados problemas
Yo dije: tú no eres uno
Otra noche sin dormir se ha ido
No quiero pelearlo, sigo y sigo y sigo
Y si piensas que sabes qué está mal
No eres tan malo como crees que eres
Cuanto más te acercas, más me alejo
Otra noche sin dormir se ha ido
No quiero pelearlo, sigo y sigo y sigo
Y si piensas que sabes qué está mal
No eres tan malo como crees que eres
Otra pelea por el amanecer rojo de sangre
Dos gritos para la multitud nocturna, siguen y siguen
Y si piensas que sabes qué está mal
No eres tan malo como crees, tienes
Problemas
Escrita por: Lucy Swope / Sean Dack