Silversun Pickups – Out Of Breath

Forgive me, pardon me
If we seem alarmed
I had a quiescent moment
No harm’s done

You see right by a million
Words that we harrowed
And built of plateau of shrapnel
I’ve done my mind up, my mind up
Because a line drawn in a sand’s wrong

Where all a pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions

And we contend a word and we will come
With rude clouds of woe
Out of exhale though not alone

Forgive me, pardon me
If I’m true for awhile
I done a poisonless process
That is removing old

I always breeze up
With boxed-up over crinkles
A motive, motives
I’ve done my mind up, my mind up
And we could caring reduction who’s incited off

Where all a pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions

And we contend a word and we will come
With rude clouds of woe
Out of exhale though not alone

Who’s incited off
Who’s incited off

They always contend “Hooray!”
It has to leave us
You were not alone when
We have been stretched too far

Where all a pioneers have gone
And all that’s left are unresolved
Out of step opinions
It’s like we’re passed once more

But we contend a word and we will come
With rude clouds of woe
Out of exhale though not alone