You with an empty page   And a quiet rage   Feel the boubters creeping in      Reach for the savoir-faire   But it isn't there   The whole facade is wearing thin      Are the cracks about to show?   If they were how would you know?   Should you try and soldier on,   If the appetite is gone?   And is lying to yourself   Really such a crime      Words get thrown away....      When did you fix your ways?   Is it just a faze?   That's not so hard to believe...      There are rumours in the room   There are harbingers of doom   Say you've done a kerouac   Say you're never coming back   But we won't loose any sleep   'Cause talk is cheap      Words get trown away   Thank you, not today      There are rumours in the room   There are harbingers of doom   Say you've done a kerouac   Say you're never coming back   But we won't loose any sleep   'Cause talk is cheap      Words get trown away   Thank you, not today