If you've got nothing to say, we're coming over. If you've got nothing to add, we're coming over. Blood shed, but not much said, repeating lines drawn up in your head. A look of rage and a quote lead, from a book someone else read, it seems so familiar, and it's sad you're not the only one who dreams of being their heroes, and doing the things they've already done. If you've got nothing to say, we're coming over. If you've got nothing to add, we're coming over. If you've got, you've got nothing, well don't you want to have something? You've drawn your name in wet concrete, and as it's hardening around your feet. You're standing there and you look so proud. So as we sat there making plans our whole world slipped through our hands. Finally open our mouth when you see the crowd, turn away from you.