Текст песни Do Something - The Ballroom Thieves

I know stubbornness just like this
When is enough, enough?
Why can′t you feel this love?

Blindly watching here
Near sighted puppeteers

Do something kind with our patience

There was a time
I didn't know my lines
But I grew up and now
Conquered my childish doubts
Now it′s your turn to take
The paper crown you make

Do something kind with our patience

And we rip out a page
Spiting all your tempted hate
And all of our bones were
The greatest stair way