Robert in 'Soapdish'

All of this ends
My mountains outlast the summer
Father gave us a number
Our very own
All of my friends
All of my so-called brothers
We are dying
We are tired

And if 你 think that the simple solution
Is retribution please... breathe

Freeze-dried amends
Scalding insinuations
Why am I standing?
Is this my home?

All of my trees
That bend to be heard are missing
Where are the brides?
Why aren't 你 kissing?

And if 你 think
I'm apocalyptic
或者 cold and cryptic
Please... never leave

Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
你 might just turn the world around

These are just words
This is my contribution
Unfit for evolution
Silly and pure

There is a sound
Under the darkest winter
I am sure
I rest assured

And if 你 think
你 hear yourself screaming
Feel me dreaming
More... never leave


Hang on
Hang on
Hang on
Little clownz
你 might just turn the world around

Hang on
Little Clownz
你 might just turn the world around