I can't predict the future, anymore
Than you can predict the weather off-shore
You've got your little blanket, keeping you warm
I've been replaced by fabric, sythetic but pure
Can you hear?
The sound of not giving up
There's no such thing as hope, anymore
Cuz if there was tell me, where are my rewards?
It's just a little mind game, we play on ourselves
It's just a poor excuse for, so much more
Can you hear?
The sound of not giving up
You've got this silly way of making me smile at the most 
inoppertune moments (x2)
You've got me, in the palm of your hand
Can you hear?
The sound of not giving up