I'm at the end of my report again For those who won't do apathy You had the perfect opportunity But plead the fifth and walked away
(Oh) Say something (Make us proud, cast the first stone) Say any - anything at all
Make a move Make a move
From every one thing we're ignorant of A thousand more things beat the maze (yeah) You saw the apple hanging on the tree But missed the orchard in your gaze
(Oh) Say something (Make us proud, cast the first stone) Say any - anything at all
Make a move (Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise) Make a move
(Ha) I'm cautious of who I would call a friend Who you acquaint is who you are The darkest hours are when we choose a side So make your pick and take a fall
(Oh, oh) Say something (Heh) Say anything at all
Make a move (Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise) Make a move (Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise) Make a move (Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise) Make a move
Compositor: IncubusPublicado em 2009 (18/Set) e lançado em 2009 (24/Jun)ECAD verificado fonograma #1593727 em 24/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM