Lyrics
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 the 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 some confidence
With some common sense
Maybe then you'll realise you touch me
Never, never, ever...
(Ever- Ever- Ever- Ever- Ever- Ever- Ever)
Chorus
