All the Same

Made of chrome they celebrate

We just sleep on holiday

And when in doubt they grow on me

Been on the phone since yesterday.

And your face, that feels the world

And all the things you could've seen

It's all the same

You're all the same

With a breeze calms the storm

Then you hope we washed away

It's all the same

You're all the same.

In a row stood seperately

Under fire but not for me

To this sound come rolling in

To a home we make believe.

And your face, that feels the world

And all the things you could've seen

It's all the same

You're all the same

With breeze calms the storm

Then you hope we washed away

It's all the same

You're all the same

And all my wicked ways

You're on your own again

I'm on my own again

And all my wicked ways

You're on your own again

I'm on my own again.

And your face, that feels the world

And all the things you could've seen

It's all the same

You're all the same

With a breeze calms the storm

Then you hope we washed away

It's all the same

You're all the same

And all my wicked ways

You're on your own again

I'm on my own again

And all my wicked ways

You're on your own again

I'm on my own again