Fix the Cracks

Well ive been sitting thinking of your smile and all of your perfect solutions and getting drunk with the boys just don't cut, fills you full of illusions.

I'm always tired and sometimes stale, its like a job at the office, to me your like perfection, illusive but your not flawless (oh no!)

Its hard to race when your race is faceless, you need some country air. I know we change yea we all change quickly but were moving like we just don't care (oh no!)

Fix the cracks, fix the cracks, fix the cracks inside

Repeat.