Mates Of State Soundboard Edit

Absorbing sound that's never been right

And could this be the time when somebody will come

And if you really wanna shake it off

And the moment will come when composure returns

And we can still be friends

And what I had between the things I never tried

And you can stand above us

At least I know you tried

But I like the old songs better

But it takes more than this to make sense of the day

Da da da, da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Da da, da da da da

Defining the problems here, it's the threat at home of regret at home

Didn't want your money, oh baby now

Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came

Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better

Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better

Floating in circles, there's more to remind 'em of less

For you and me

Forces that make your way down

I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off

I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off

I'd say that's better 'cause at least I know you tried

I'll write until the end

If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind

It's luck

Just stop and shake it off

Lift up your fingers and let's untie the string

Love loud, don't lose loud

Love loud, don't lose loud

Never ahead of, never behind it

Now he cuts to go, deciding just to trade it all in

Now I know what's inside you, I know I don't want you, I know I don't want you

Occasionally guarded, just keeps us surrounded

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh, ooh ohh

Or some facts to help us minimalize

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Rearrange us, rearrange us

There the darling goes, magnetics that are pulling her down

To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne

To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone"

Twenty five seconds to live and I'm falling down

Twenty five seconds to live and I'm falling down

Twenty five seconds to live and I'm waving high

Was you reaching out in hopes that you could grab

Was you reaching out in hopes to hold your hand

We've never asked for nothing

Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste

With that shot to the chest, boy, I know you mean it (You mean it, you mean it, you mean it)

With that shot to the chest, boy, I know you mean it (You mean it, you mean it, you mean it)

You and me

You are never ahead of, never behind us

You can look at yourself, sleep the clock around

You could see us

You could see us

You could see us

You could see us

You could see us

You could see us through

You could see us through

You could see us through

You could see us through

You could see us through

You could see us through

You found the corner piece first

You write the good songs, baby

You're the rearranger

You've gotta rearrange, rearrange

You've gotta rearrange, rearrange

You've gotta rearrange, rearrange us

You've gotta rearrange, rearrange us

Your stage is calculated

(And we can still be friends)

(And you can stand up above us)

(But I like the old songs better)

(I'll see you through)

(I'll see you through)

(I'll see you through)

(I'll see you through)

(I'll see you through)

(I'll write until the end)

(It's like a jigsaw maybe)

(Rearrange, rearrange, rearrange, rearrange us)

(While you're spinning your anger red)

(You found the corner piece first)

(You write the good songs, baby)

(You're hugging stars backstage)

(You've got a fury for the smallest things)

(You've got to bury it in your head)