Текст песни Chekhov's Gun - The Accidentals

Even gold turns black under the soles
Broken CDs in the potholes
Out of reach just like the things you can′t control

Eyes caught in brighter lights
Oh dear, the fear will never fade
It hides between the fine lines of your face

And maybe this will fade with fame
Or shadow you like a given name
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
You hide away inside your room
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same

You′ve got it figured out
But people aren't logical
They'll drink the glass regardless of how full

They live oblivious
To days that burn like cigarettes
And fall in piles of things you soon forget

And maybe this will fade with fame
Or shadow you like a given name
Sometimes truth′s disguised in a tangled shame
You hide away inside your room
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same

Your life′s a power play
Your curtain's contradictory
You shred the script and fake your victory
It′s hidden in peripheral
And so it glints like Chekhov's gun
The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on

And maybe this will fade with fame
Or shadow you like a given name
Sometimes truth′s disguised in a tangled shame
You hide away inside your room
Close your eyes so nothing's changing
Not a moment′s left worth taking
Everything's mundane, nothing else remains
Cause change and pain will always feel the same