Текст: Matt Nathanson. Lucky Boy.

Took your words like you said I should
and look at what good they've done me
I've played support system, you played victim
and look at what good it's done
and you trip me up
leave me standing with your akward, untouchable lips
It's a cruel world, I've found
It's a cruel world, but I'm a lucky boy

You're so glorious, a waste of time
You're the safety in lying
You are radiator heat, you're the winter blankets sleep
You're the excuse that I use when I want to stop trying
And start waiting for the sky to fall
They tell me it's a cruel world that I've found
It's a cruel world and I'm a lucky boy

You're not gold to me
I was wrong
You're not gold and there'll be
Centuries left when you're gone.