Everything feels so out of touch
And every plan i've ever made
Has always turned to dust
And it doesn't matter
No, never, never
How fair the weather
The handlebars on your old bike
Will always gather rust
And everything
f**ing everything
Feels so out of touch
Seventeen years ago
Their child was born
Now where does she stand?
There's no one the sun has shone
That will ever understand
We walk this gauntlet and parade
Of faces and fools
Pa** on by, just facades
Tighten your jacket:
The breeze is cool
Now everything
f**ing everything
Feels so out of touch
And every plan i've ever made
Has always turned to dust
And it doesn't matter
No, never, never
I'll fair the weather