Clich�

Oh it�s so clich�
Oh it�s so clich�
Clich�

Cast in gold
Your heart�s so cold
Eyes once passionate were dead sea scrolls of shame
A rose by another name wasn�t the same
Picks and bones and
Glass house stones
Vows both imminent and threadbare so when I sing,
I shout
But the words never make it out

Oh it�s so clich�
To look and act the same
Oh it�s so clich� in the vision of everyone
To look and act the same when we were so different

Bless my soul
Mallards in a row
Nights endeavoring the fair-hand folk arise
Girls who should realize, better than I

Such typical
Whims of the fall
All were the wrong thing

Well I sing
I shout
But the words never make it out
Oh it�s so clich�

Well I sing, I shout
Well I sing, I shout
Well I sing, I shout
Well I sing, I shout
But the words never make it out

Oh it�s so clich�
To look and act the same
Oh it�s so clich� in the vision of everyone
To look and act the same when we were so different
Oh it�s so clich� in the vision of everyone
To look and act the same when we were so different