Текст: In Her Own Words. Rayman Always Wears Raybans.

Shut it, lock it, forget and look the other way.
My head is buried under clouds and playing pretend.
And we'll lie and we will spurn
every chance to take a look.

Breathe,
take that next shot and breathe
fall off the edge of your seat.
Maybe closure's all you need.

I pray that this could be the next year.
Rainclouds been trailing me for weeks on end.
I'm the worst I've ever been.
Could things change if I believed you?
Then I so was wrong, maybe you exist.
Can you burn this year in hell and save me?

Oh, God can you blame me for my doubt.
In your life and existence.

Shut it, lock it, forget, and spare yourself shame.
I'm giving up at any chance on letting you in.
Closed the blinds and my doors shut.
And you'll never see my face again.
I might be dead and gone,
and you could bury the year
but we'll still SING THIS SONG!

I pray that this could be the next year.
Rainclouds been trailing me for weeks on end.
I'm the worst I've ever been.
Could things change if I believed you?
Then I so was wrong, maybe you exist.
Can you burn this year in hell and save me?

So count from ten and watch the lights get lowered.
I'll crack a smile and forget each every moment
that was so hard.
We'll make mistakes as we keep growing older
Three hundred new days to redeem all that we've done wrong.
Oh I thank God.

I swear I'll be much better this time.
Maybe this time.
I swear I'll be much better this time.