St. Paul Lyrics

Old beat up Reeboks

On the way to St. Paul

It's the fear of life so normal

That scares me most of all

Or maybe it's just that

I can't live in my own skin

And the moments of dead silence

Eat at me from within

It's the tiresome expression

Of original contention to it all

At the forefront of our madness

And certain absence for ones we love

You can't help it

You fight the battle

At least the one you conjure up

And if you win it

I hope you feel that

All you've done has been enough

Why don't you take a moment

And face yourself

The tired eyes and sadness

Make you feel like someone else

Or maybe it's just that

You want things to change

But pervasive contradictions

Stand right in your way

It's the tiresome expression

Of original contention to it all

At the forefront of our madness

And certain absence for ones we love

You can't help it

You fight the battle

At least the one you conjure up

And if you win it

I hope you feel that

All you've done has been enough