Somehow The World Keeps Turning (Live at The Black Heart)

When England took my mother's youngest son

She demanded him back. She said

"Don't make me worry, son

This isn't the time to run

You're always thinking

Until the thinking's done."

Talking myself down gets so hard

All I know is I don't wanna die in my car

I can't get out of my head

Just like it's always been

He's in the mirror staring back at me

Smiling through his worn down teeth

I tell him, "You make me sick

And the bullshit is getting thick."

And sometimes the hardest part

Is just getting on with it

Talking myself down gets so hard

All I know is I don't wanna die in my car

I can't get out of my head

Just like it's always...

Talking myself down gets so hard

All I know is I don't wanna die in my car

The war inside my head keeps raging

And somehow the world keeps turning

Yeah somehow the world keeps turning

Yeah somehow the world keeps turning