Worse For The Wear — текст песни (New Amsterdams, The)

All my life I`ve been waiting. It get`s older, it`s over me. I`d speak but it fails me. So the dike in the damn stops the leak. Maybe it`s me and I`m venting. I find your speech otivating, watching life pass you by on the screen. Just flicker and fading with a plot like you wouldn`t believe. Maybe I don`t know the ending. Someone ruined my daydream. Aren`t you spoiled enough as it is? Whatever you`re saying won`t bring anyone closer to this. I know you`re sick. I wish you were healing, but you`re worse for the wear. We keep tearing the seams we repaired. If we all had the call to fair then we wouldn`t be standing here.