Текст песни Monochrome / F.F.S. (Trash Talk) с переводом

Let’s chalk it up to a simple communication breakdown

In one ear and out the other

Talk and talk why do I bother?

I don’t wanna have to fight

But words don’t leave a sense of change

Unless the conversation’s getting physical

I hardly think you hear a thing

Tired of screaming at the walls but I refuse to concede

Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed

Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week

Somethings gotta give

I don’t have shit to say, let’s call it a loss for words

Flashing lights, frenzied nights

All of us has been a blur

I don’t want to have to leave, but if I stay you’ll never change

Unless the conversation’s getting physical

I hardly think you hear a thing

Tired of screaming at the walls, but I refuse to concede

Tired of swinging at wall 'til my knuckles bleed

Fighting fucking sleep seven nights of the week

Somethings gotta give

In a perfect world I wouldn’t have to write these words

And happy ever after could be a thing

But this is real not everything will glisten

Everyone you know will die

But every word can be rewritten

Перевод песни Monochrome / F.F.S.