The News

If you won’t tell well I’ll keep my mouth shut.
We’ll call this our own little bubble
Who’s gonna miss us when we’re gone
’Cause everybody seems so preoccupied.

Stuck on this cold ground.
This feeling won’t burn out.

Yeah you can sharpen every insult as you please
Seek salvation from your sofa.

Change has left a foul taste in your mouth.
Well I no longer taste the difference, no

Don’t be fooled, don’t call it cruel.
We all knew that this day would come.
Don’t fear the fall stay fearless of all
Who forget to follow through.
Stuck on this cold ground
This feeling won’t burn out
And I hate to break the news to you this way

Oh but lorrainville is still miles and miles away

Don’t be fooled, don’t call it cruel.
We all knew that this day would come.
Don’t fear the fall stay fearless of all
Who forget to follow through.
Stuck on this cold ground
This feeling won’t burn out
And I hate to break the news to you this way

Oh but lorrainville is still miles and miles away