Something hit a nerve in me, shook me like a busy theory   Believed in you for all these years, never saw a time that we’d be   backing out of foreign towns – we’re definitely up the wrong tree   And picking off the innocent – all the while you couldn’t see      We gave you the world; you’re unhappy   Still you don’t listen to me   Must be I said the words a little too fast   Or the fact that our opposites are polar      Sparks are flying day and night   if only ‘cause we’re out of favour   A time will come around again, friend –   and then we’ll be right back where      it started with another me   shaking like busy theory   Believing you for all these years   and never with a need to worry…      We gave you the world; you’re unhappy   Still you don’t listen to me   Must be I said the words a little too fast   Or the fact that our opposites are polar      You threw away the world – now you’re happy   And you’re always talking to me   Must be said that my world’s a little smaller   but for now, there is colour in my corner of it…