Texty: Brown Ian. 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 it
Nah nah nah nah nah
Although we realize it, I hope it's not too late
Beggin' all the pardons please don't lock the gate
A spider's web was woven full of much deceit
I know you're exhausted too much to repeat
I know this can't go on if things remain the same

Drastic change is needed, it's driving me insane
Nah nah nah nah nah
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, why, why?
Nah nah nah nah nah