R. MADRIGAL

Lyrics

And there’s nothing to say
I could never
make that up to you
And there’s no worse thing
Than pretending that
none of it were true
Wishing that very day
There was something else
left to do
It’s never the same
And your never really
Getting through

And so
Here we go
Real slow
You never know

Pacing through the dark
Just thinking
Of the tragic art
We’re painting
There is no regard
For who’s listening
Never get along
It’s sickening
Pacing in the dark
Just thinking
Of the tragic art
We’re painting
There is no regard
For who’s listening
Never get along
It’s sickening