From the recording The Trims (REMASTERED)
Lyrics
Cynical disposition in my heart
There's no return no need to start
Cynical disposition in my heart
There's no return no need to start
So we run, we run
And all our hopes, they lead us nowhere
Run, we run
And all our hopes, they lead us nowhere
Cynical ways to break it all apart
With every word, with any thought
Cynical ways to break it all apart
With every word, with any thought
So we run, we run
And all our hopes, they lead us nowhere
Run, we run
And all our hopes, they lead us nowhere
We run and all our hopes, they lead us nowhere now
We run and all our hopes, they lead us down
So we run, we run
And all our hopes, they lead us nowhere
Run, we run
And all our hopes, they lead us nowhere