The Spain we had was much harder than the ground we walked on
Just holding on to broken promises is far too difficult a task
Try to be as quiet as possible, it's an easy job
Keep trying to run, baby, you know me ocean, but I gotta take care of more
Shine more, I'll let you leave this place
Nothing's really too great, no busyness makes it worse
Nothing's really too great, no busyness makes it worse
It seems like there's no one around I'm coming to my busyness
I keep myself busy, then all of a sudden, oh shit
I blow up a bit and all of a sudden, like oh look
I find a free pair of pants, but you never had them in your arms
Nothing is really too great, no activity is getting worse
You said I could stay. If only I look higher
Nothing really is too great, no profession is getting worse
Nothing is really too great, no profession is getting worse
Nobody seems to come to my profession
You had every opportunity, but you got up before the occupation will end
Nothing really is too great, no profession is getting worse
Nothing is really too great, no profession is getting worse
Nobody seems to come to my profession