Besedila: Bayside. Boy.

He can't make sense of this, he's just too normal
This place is too scary, he's so scared that he'll miss
It keeps him in hiding and restless and wanting

What if for one minute he's given a chance
And he does something brilliant?
But he'd rather not know 'cause walls protect him
His bedroom's a prison

Now is your chance boy
Just ignore the dreadful things they say
Go on, give up, you'll never win
No crying now, they're watching him
His blood will boil, the kids will sing
Learn to drown before you learn to swim

If he took his time to prepare
Stepped out of his shell, blows an addiction
Such a comforting place
A common mistake, a dry wishing well

Now is your chance boy
Just ignore the dreadful things they say
Go on, give up, you'll never win
No crying now, they're watching him
His blood will boil, the kids will sing
Learn to drown before you learn to swim
So go on, give up, you'll never win

Oh, what a mistake
He is charcoal within, he could never direct by them
He stands on the stage with a grin

But he drops on his knees
And is waiting for anything he can believe in
He's lost, he just wants to be ordinary

Now is your chance boy
Just ignore the dreadful things they say
Go on, give up, you'll never win
No crying now, they're watching him
His blood will boil and the kids will sing
Learn to drown before you learn to swim

Go on, give up, you'll never win
No crying now, they're watching him
His blood will boil, the kids will sing
Learn to drown before you learn to swim

Go on, give up, you'll never win
No crying now, they're watching him
His blood will boil, the kids will sing
Learn to drown before you learn to swim

Go on, give up, you'll never win
No crying now, they're watching him
Go on, give up, you'll never win