Texty: Robert Downey Jr.. The Futurist. 5:30.

I'm around
I figure it out
So far, so sad
There's a thorn
A cupid's eye
No sides
In landside

That's my love
All falls down
That's why i won't fold
Under fire
Under ground
That's why love don't wash

Been what'S past
You see, i saw the second hand
Thanks Dad
Am i free?
And was that me?
Why is it always 5.30?

That'S why love
All falls down
That's why i won't fold
Love start fire
Rolling under ground
That's why love don't wash down

It was never really bad
I was never that alone
So it wound up where it lead
So it lays beside road

I had barely deeply breathed
I was not the man to feel
So it turned as this as string
And it catches in the wheel

Wouldn't claim it felt unfair
An asylum in my house
I culd not escape his mouth
I could not excape it

For the moment i believe
As my hands adjust your hair
Let my cover blow
I was never real in there
It was just a little scare
I was just a little scared
You were only never here
Just a little bit

(Merci a Linda pour cettes paroles)