Bruises

Bruises in our heads, all those things we've said We didn't think enough and time can't slip back Our mind is a cage, kept trapped inside Like a straitjacket in a prison, we lay down on our minds There's a fake speech And this time we can't hear it The signs are low And no satellite can listen Would you take a step ahead, even if it wet your shoes? Could you find a gap that stands between you and the reasons to stay? I really think that you should, I really think that you should There's a fake speech And this time we can't hear it The signs are low And no satellite can listen There's a fake speech And this time we can't hear it The signs are low And no satellite can listen