My God, it's going way too far
It's like it's further than we started
A hundred miles I think we are
The Sun leaves wounds, I paint to scars

So when it's all done, will it be fun?
Remedy one, till I'm outrun again
Could it be fun if my hands are too tied to run?

Shame on me
Shame on me
Shame on me
For thinking it's better
Shame on me
Shame on me
Shame on me
For thinking it's better