Solution
There’s every sign
That every mind must bear a little frustration
When souls collide
We’re all bound to leave sometime
If you were my only problem
Then I couldn’t confuse you with the solution
I think I better ease back
And let the deamon slide
There’s a season on hell
A celebration on life
If you were my only problem
Then I couldn’t confuse you with the soultion
So pretty
So pity
There’s a seaon ahead
Oh it’s gonna be a celebration
Oh everybody knows
The seems are getting frayed
Feels like somethings ready to break
So pretty so pity
And that just a little lie
Oh and it’s keepin’ in