There's like a bitter taste inside of us
Like a taste of dust in everything
And the anger that follows us everywhere
There are silences that say a lot
More than all the words that we admit to
And all these questions that make no sense
Obviously,
Obviously,
We still dance
To the chords
That we used to love so much
Obviously,
Obviously,
We still laugh
At stupidity
Just like kids
But not like before
And those battles we don't care about
It's like a tiredness, a distaste
What's the point of running around?
We keep these wound inside of us,
Like a splatter of mud,
That changes nothing, that changes everything
Obviously,
Obviously,
We still dance
To the chords
That we used to love so much
Obviously,
Obviously,
We still laugh
At stupidity
Just like kids
But not like before