It was a good night, just look at me - Tired but happy. 
From the outskirts practicing and then back to the 
City. And there I sat, content but worn. My mind goes 
blank, drink in the night. Watch as droplets of rain 
reflect in the street lights. And there I sat, content 
but -
You sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your life, 
you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half truth, it 
might be a lie, but I'm fine. Your questions come out 
easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over mine. It 
might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but I'm fine. 
Yeah everything's fine.
“How's your new house? How's your family? Does this 
make you feel awkward? Why won't you look at me?”
But you sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your 
life, you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half 
truth, it might be a lie, but I'm fine. Your questions 
come out easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over 
mine. It might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but 
I'm fine. Everything's fine.
Nervous shakes, awkward muttering. Hear the breaks, 
count the stuttering. Wide eyes, tired throats. Old 
smiles, I can't cope. So don't sit so close to me, 
we've got nothing left to say. So don't sit so close to 
me!
But you sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your 
life, you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half 
truth, it might be a lie, but I'm fine. Questions come 
out easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over mine. 
It might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but I'm 
fine. Everything's fine.