Keep telling me you’re skin deep
And I believe you.
You’re telling me talk is cheap.
But you won’t need to.

Keep telling me good things come to those who wait,
And I won’t be there.
You’ll find out for yourself, soon enough.

I won’t try to make it right.
Or make it understood.
When that point of view means nothing to you.

The future’s bleak,
And you’re uneasy.
Target weakness,
Still twisted.

Keep telling me good things come to those who wait,
And I won’t be there.
You’ll find out for yourself, soon enough.

I won’t try to make it right.
Or make it understood.
When that point of view means nothing to you.

(Instrumental Break)




The future’s bleak,
And you’re uneasy.
Target weakness,
Still twisted.

Keep telling me good things come to those who wait,
And I won’t be there.
You’ll find out for yourself, soon enough.

I won’t try to make it right.
Or make it understood
When that point of view means nothing to you.

I’m hearing the, I’m hearing the,
I’m hearing the same excuses.
I’m hearing the, I’m hearing the,
I’m hearing the same excuses.
(repeated in background)

Keep telling me good things come to those who wait,
And I won’t be there.
You’ll find out for yourself, soon enough.

I won’t try to make it right.
Or make it understood
When that point of view means nothing to you.