Текст песни Plaything - Matthew and the Atlas

Give me a reason to believe what I'm hearing
'Cause I gotta find another way to feel it
You don't have to be so unkind now
You're a passenger tied to your own crowd
Rising up from the ground like a battle king
Lifting up on a breeze like a bird's wing
Are we just another one of your playthings
Hanging all our weight on a shoe-string?
I've walked this street before
One hundred times or more
Yet I don't know what for
I've walked this street before
I've walked this street before
Now you see that I'm down and I'm using
Now to try and find another way of choosing
Midnight came and it framed in the vision
A broken image of a life refusing
So give me a reason to believe what I'm hearing
'Cause I gotta find another way to feel it
You don't have to be so unkind now
You're a passenger tied to your own crowd
I've walked this street before
One hundred times or more
Yet I don't know what for
I've walked this street before
I've walked this street before
I've walked this street before
One hundred times or more
Yet I don't know what for
I've walked this street before
I've walked this street before
One hundred times or more