She's like a bullet, 
Waiting to shoot me
Waiting to thrill me
I want it to thrill me
She's liquid and lucid
my eyes have seen it
I need to believe it, I need to feel it

It's these broken times
When nothing is quite
what I thought it would be like
I don't know what's right
Got some questions left:
Are we making progress?

Got the world on her shoulder
But no one to hold her
She's constantly looking for something better
So watch from the distance
As she moves through the crowd
Just slightly damaged, just slightly out

When nothing is quite
what I thought it would be like
I don't know what's right
Got some questions left
Are we making progress?

She makes me feel so blue
But there's no real reason to

It's these broken times
When nothing is quiet
Well I thought it would be like
I don't know what's right
Got some questions left
I'll be making a progress

It's these broken times
When nothing is quiet
Well I thought it would be like

I don't know what's right
I've got some questions left
I'll be making a progress