Bad Answer

[Verse 1] I'm not the one, I'm not the one I'm not the one you want (Oh) I'm not the one, I'm not the one I'm not the one who's got the answer that you're looking for (Oh) The solution that you seek (Oh) Suffering's all I'm doing but it won't fill your need [Pre-Chorus] We all run on toward the setting sun Trying just to keep it on the horizon Call it stunned by our desperation All our love wasted on what's over and done [Chorus] You can tell everybody that we're nothing Just a collection of hollow cries and guts You can tell everybody that my soul's made up If you just let me crumble into dust (Oh, yeah) [Verse 2] I'm not the one, I'm not the one I'm not the one you want I'm not the one, I'm not the one I'm not the one just stop No answer makes you satisfied, no answer lets you sleep Life's meaning's to find meaning in this abyss, so black and deep You ran outta time, can't satisfy that need now that you've died [Chorus] You can tell everybody that we're nothing Just a collection of hollow cries and guts You can tell everybody that my soul's made up If you're dumb enough to accept that stuff You can tell everybody that we're nothing Just a collection of borrowed time and dust You can tell everybody that their love's made up If it helps when you try to sleep at night [Saxophone Solo] [Bridge] Dried up, the sand's filled up your mind Black hole is all that's left inside You were dead when you were born to this dead world (Yeah) Just let us break apart, we'll both feel better for it, can't ignore it If you're sick of it, just let it go Just let it go, just let it [Pre-Chorus] We all run on toward the setting sun Trying just to keep it on the horizon Call it stunned by our desperation All our love wasted on what's over and done [Chorus] You can tell everybody that I'm nothing Just a collection of hollow cries, guts, fucked (Go) You can tell everybody that we're nothing Just a collection of borrowed time and dust You can tell everybody that their love's made up If it helps when you try to sleep at night You can tell everybody that our soul's made up If you're dumb enough to accept that stuff You can tell everybody that we're nothing Just a collection of borrowed time and dust You can tell everybody that their love's made up If it helps when you try to sleep at night