Hey, my head spins at the thought   That I'm sleeping my way out of this rut   Stealing, so we could be together   Losing, so we would never part      We wear american shoes   So we can't speak for anything   We talk, but we're really confused   So we won't speak for anything      Don't ask me how I know   It's a feeling you get when you're down low   She said "your hands won't stick together   But your, your heart will stick like glue"      We wear american shoes   So we can't speak for anything   We talk, but we're really confused   So we won't speak for anything,we'll just sing   It's everything...