Day in, day out again
Sound in, sound out again
Overrated stack of zeros
Stated with indifference

Plain and simple
Bury your hands
In the great rinse
This air, these hands
This air, these hands

Save your claim
Watch it come
With marginal desperation

State your claim
Worth the wait
Weight of your sound
Day in, day out
Time in, time out
Plain and simple
It's plain, it's simple

Show me how you cut your face

Where it hurts
(?)
Bury your hands
(?)
(?)

All I can say is
I'm tired of accusations
I'm not that kind of guy
All this
All this can
This air
And a voice
Pure
Simple, simple

All i can say is
I'm tired of accusations
I'm not that kind of guy
Why you cut your face?