Ain't about how fast I get there, Ain't about what's ...

 Turn your magic on, To me she’d say
Everything you want’s a dream away

 You're so indecisive of what I'm saying
Trying to catch the beat, make up your heart

 You were the shadow to my light
Did you feel us?

 I was accident prone, I fell head over heels with no warning
And in spite of my vertigo I never felt myself falling

 I found solace in the strangest place
Way in the back of my mind

 Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla leniwych.

 Times that I've seen you lose your way
You're not in control and you won't be told

 Rozum wie lepiej, na tej planecie już nie opłaca się kochać.

 Czas, czas, nasz największy wróg,
Tęsknot puls i krew.

 They say that time’s supposed to heal you
But I ain’t done much healing