What gives words the power to change their intended content?
And who said our last silver dollar already has been spent? 
I roam alone through rooms we share
You catch a glimpse of who I am
I see that you return my stare 
I give you a nod but don’t give you a [bad word] No, I don’t give you a [bad word] 
And who says we don’t like feeling blue?
Cause I must like it as much as I do
And who says we don’t use all this feeling blue
To avoid a conversation that might just ring [bad word] 
Might just ring [bad word] 

I tend to skip forward to the darkest of my favourite cd songs 
I hum them in my head when the sun is beating down on [bad word] thongs
I roam alone through the rooms we share
You catch a glimpse of who I am
I see that you return my stare 
I give you a nod but don’t give you a [bad word] No, I don’t give you a [bad word] 
And who says we don’t like feeling blue?
We must like it as much as I we do

And who says we don’t like feeling blue
Cause I must like it as much as I do

And who says we don’t use all this feeling blue
To avoid a conversation that might just ring [bad word] 
That might just ring [bad word]