Texty: Echobelly. Everyone Knows Better.
I know there's a certain amount
To what you're thinking
My hopes never seem to amount
To more than stopping smoking
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better oh yeah
Heroes never seem
To allow for self-expression
Lovers stick around
To allow what they think you're missing
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Looking around
To avoid what's in front of you
Good intentions
Wrapped round like some old sweater
A vain hope
That it might be good for you
You mind is made
Make your mind up
Make your mind up
Make your mind up
We like to make the same mistakes
Sunshine
A ray of hope in a hopeless situation
Suntanned
Your reward for the hopeful hours that you spend
Burning
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone thinks they know better
I'll do it anyway
Looking around
To avoid what's in front of you
Good intentions
Wrapped round like some old sweater
A vain hope
That it might be good for you
Your mind is made
To what you're thinking
My hopes never seem to amount
To more than stopping smoking
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better oh yeah
Heroes never seem
To allow for self-expression
Lovers stick around
To allow what they think you're missing
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Looking around
To avoid what's in front of you
Good intentions
Wrapped round like some old sweater
A vain hope
That it might be good for you
You mind is made
Make your mind up
Make your mind up
Make your mind up
We like to make the same mistakes
Sunshine
A ray of hope in a hopeless situation
Suntanned
Your reward for the hopeful hours that you spend
Burning
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone knows better. I'll do it anyway
Everyone thinks they know better
I'll do it anyway
Looking around
To avoid what's in front of you
Good intentions
Wrapped round like some old sweater
A vain hope
That it might be good for you
Your mind is made
Echobelly