Texty: Ian Brown. Unfinished Monkey Business. Nah Nah.

Fed up of excuses
There's nothing more to say
Sands of your patience have surely drained away
Backed into a corner built of my design
Peer into the future entwined is yours and mine
I know this can't go on if things remain the same
Drastic changes needed it's driving me insane

Nah nah nah nah nah

Although we realise it I hope it's not too late
Begging all the pardons please don't lock the gate
A spider's web was woven, full of much deceit
I know you are exhausted, too much to repeat
I know this can't go on if things remain the same
The words have failed me there's nothing more to say

Nah nah nah nah nah

Talking about a real thing

I'm too embarrassed to look you in the eye
You stuck your neck out, gosh, at least a thousand times
There's no more courage just to ask the reason why
Why, oh why?

Talking about a real thing
Talking about a real thing

Nah nah nah nah nah