Times New Roman

Finally waking up inside a void
Where I can hear the noise of someone similar to you
I'm still a little tired, but I can try to muster up a kind of a style
That in a way might calm the room

But you
Can point me out when I am down and feeling like a pawn inside
A game where I don't know the rules
Oh, we're making love and carving out a different road to take away
But I would never make you choose

Make you choose
Make you choose
Make you choose
Make you choose

You take a walk and try to talk yourself into a kind of space
Where you can start to feel the ground
Trying to find a face where you can place a version of yourself
You thought that you'd be living downtown

And all your friends are making money
You feel like you're not even making sense
All you can do is find some restless souls to lay your head and try to mend

But it all comes down to what (all comes down to)
You're willing to give up (willing to give)
(I was thinking I could be anyone)

Spirit of the street come to me let him breathe
Let him feel till he's had his fill
Oh let me wash away the very nature of my passions
And my pleasures let me bend the will

And Jesus Christ let it end let it die let me lay in her arms
till the walls cave in
Oh, finally waking up but I'm alone
And I am waiting for something real to begin

But it all comes down to what (all comes down to)
You're willing to give up (willing to give)

It all comes down to what
You're willing to give up
It all comes down to what
You're willing to give up