Something Else by Equipment Lyrics
Is it really the same sky that we're looking at?
Are these really the same stars we gazed upon
Course set to full speed ahead but I keep looking back
Do you remember the bridge that would connect our heads?
Keep forgetting I was the demolition man
Can't help but stare at the night when I'm up late in bed
Taking shots in the dark, would you call me a friend?
Knocked the wind out of my core
Can't get the taste off of my tongue
All of the memories make me sore
So many good things overrun
By distance, time, and unconcern
Make the same mistakes each year, we never learn
I couldn't handle it then, what makes me think a change
Could have come over you in the past several months but
Too much has gotta be better than nothing at all
I considered every nuance a constant
Being alone had never seemed like an option
It hurts that you'd ever consider me dishonest
'Cause every day your crying voice is on my conscience
It seemed so far away, so foreign of an idea
And when the moment came I didn't know what to feel
It seemed so far away, so foreign of an idea
The moment came and went, I still don't know what to feel
(this is where a solo would go.... ope; here it comes right now!!)
Make the same mistakes each year
We're making new regrets each day
I wish my thoughts could be replaced with something else
Are these really the same stars we gazed upon
Course set to full speed ahead but I keep looking back
Do you remember the bridge that would connect our heads?
Keep forgetting I was the demolition man
Can't help but stare at the night when I'm up late in bed
Taking shots in the dark, would you call me a friend?
Knocked the wind out of my core
Can't get the taste off of my tongue
All of the memories make me sore
So many good things overrun
By distance, time, and unconcern
Make the same mistakes each year, we never learn
I couldn't handle it then, what makes me think a change
Could have come over you in the past several months but
Too much has gotta be better than nothing at all
I considered every nuance a constant
Being alone had never seemed like an option
It hurts that you'd ever consider me dishonest
'Cause every day your crying voice is on my conscience
It seemed so far away, so foreign of an idea
And when the moment came I didn't know what to feel
It seemed so far away, so foreign of an idea
The moment came and went, I still don't know what to feel
(this is where a solo would go.... ope; here it comes right now!!)
Make the same mistakes each year
We're making new regrets each day
I wish my thoughts could be replaced with something else