Surely you'll find away to loose the grip and stop the sign    Now play the cards at hand to deal the day of your pretend    Stop and smell the tune of radios lost       Something has called out and punctured my last vein    And when the past fails the winter falls and you'll remain    Run the race well, one jest I just did.       Touché is what I'm looking for    To find all the things I have ignored       Biting the end of bic, under your lamp shade    Slowly these follicles are swept down in your pre-game       Cleary to hide the face, the time restraint to save the fate    Now that you're breaking you're shaking    You fade away    Run the race well, one jest I just did       Touché is what I'm looking for    To find all the things I have ignored