Those things you didn't say   Are tossed and blown away   Like leaves onto the ground In a dark town   Like leaves set up to fall   It's not an artist's world at all   It's just a playground for the limp to try and stand tall      But if you're lovin' someone give it up   Cause in 31 you'll find your outta luck   When comes the time to say you've had enough?      Leave it up to me   The light will set us free   Or it can strike us blind like white lines   Throw me out to sea   Cause I'm tired of bending knees   And I'm sick of letting down your bright town      And if you're lovin' someone give it up   Cause in 31 you'll find your out of luck   When comes the time to say you've had enough?      And when there's nothin' left to do    You'll fall down on your back and taste the shore   Of things you feel you never should've faced before   You'll settle up the score   And when I leave the town of exponential bore   I know they'll only be there just expecting more   They settle up the score   They settle up the score   They settle up the score      By thirty and a day   We're meant to have it made   But I'm afraid unsurity won't pass   And we'll be left back