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