You say that you'll do it once again
But you lie, you're not doing anything
Working backwards
Turn the hammer on myself
Working harder
It's a myth: we tear it up just to build it smarter
On the other side the word is in,
It's demolished ardor
Now he's coming
Now he's one of us
Careful, loving
Let three words fly
All i know is we owe it back, all the slim advances
Mid-america, old motel, i'm a thousand chances
You say that you'd do it all again
But you lie, you're not doing anything