Besedila: Outline (The). You Smash It, We'll Build Around It. Tragic Times.

For fear that all should fall, the warriors we praise
For fear that love should fail, defenders of the gaze
We'll be better when you're gone
We'll be happy when you're sleeping

When the ghosts that I have drawn
Can quit their quiet creeping
These are tragic times
If you think we'll let is slide, you're dead wrong
I've been up all night
Just trying to decide how to be strong
I'm hardly a man, the way I run from fear
And drown my sorrows in fair weather peers