Something hit a nerve in me, shook me like a busy 
theory 
Believed in you for all these years, never saw a time 
that we'd be 
backing out of foreign towns / we're definitely up the 
wrong tree 
And picking off the innocent / all the while you 
couldn't see 
We gave you the world; you're unhappy 
Still you don't listen to me 
Must be I said the words a little too fast 
Or the fact that our opposites are polar 
Sparks are flying day and night 
if only 'cause we're out of favour 
A time will come around again, friend 
and then we'll be right back where 
it started with another me 
shaking like busy theory 
Believing you for all these years 
and never with a need to worry 
We gave you the world; you're unhappy 
Still you don't listen to me 
Must be I said the words a little too fast 
Or the fact that our opposites are polar 
You threw away the world / now you're happy 
And you're always talking to me 
Must be said that my world's a little smaller 
but for now, there is colour in my corner of it