Let him turn to go, let him tell you nonIt’s comingnFire in his shoes, saddest bit of newsnIt’s comingnnCircle round again, lost and found againnYour storynWaiting up past dark, that’s your favorite partnYour storynnPRECHORUS:nI saw you with your back turned to imaginary crowdsnI saw you with your head down, saying “nothing matters now”nnCHORUS:nYou sigh,nNothing to itnYou lie,nYou’ll get through itnnWhistle to the tune, dance around the roomnThat’s somethingnStand out in the rain, cry when you’re in painnThat’s somethingnnPRECHORUSnCHORUSnnYou fight to stay awake,nyour dreams will likely drive you madnBut only cause you’re living likenone shot was all you had...nnCHORUS