This is nothing new

it's all been done before

my guitars never lie

but my finger's aren't too sure

i'm standing in the line

standing at the door

it's closing in my face

i've been here so many times before



don't even trust a friend

that should become the law

the bitterest design

is painted on my jaw

i'm looking through myself

like looking at the sea

the deeper that you go

the darker it seems to be

do you believe in fairytales

do you believe in luck

is it your faith running low

does money cost to much