Nearly drowned on this crowded beach beneath the setting sun. The world repeats underneath my feet, I’ll catch it if I run. Golden glare in the froth and the air, step into the sea. Their paradise really burns my eyes, paralyzing me. Nearly wrote you a different song, would you hear me if I cried? A melody, but the words are wrong. They are lost and trapped inside. Golden glare in the froth and the air, step into the sea. Their paradise really burns my eyes, paralyzing me. Buried deep underneath the waves, will I find my place at last? And high above, ‘neath the setting sun, can the summer fade so fast? Golden glare in the froth and the air, step into the sea. Their paradise really burns my eyes, paralyzing me. Drown me on this crowded beach, far beneath the sea.

Two lines intersecting on a plane Two times I was standing in the rain Reminds me of where I was before I find the feeling getting harder to ignore Unwound in this web of you and me Look down, am I stepping on your feet? The sounds of the games we used to play Rebound against the boredom of today I don’t know you most of the time I don’t owe you all of my mind I can’t say you’re one of a kind Is that hard to swallow? If I knew I could read all the signs If I knew I could pay all the fines If I make my way down the line Would you really follow? Me and my obsession with the past How long did we think that it would last? You sigh and try to smile away the gray Do I stand by or do I watch you slip away? I don’t know you most of the time I don’t owe you all of my mind I can’t say you’re one of a kind Is that hard to swallow? If I knew I could read all the signs If I knew I could pay all the fines If I make my way down the line Would you really follow? I can’t tell you I can’t help you. I can’t tell you I can’t help you. I can’t tell you I can’t help you. I don’t know you most of the time I don’t owe you all of my mind I can’t say you’re one of a kind Is that hard to swallow? If I knew I could read all the signs If I knew I could pay all the fines If I make my way down the line Would you really follow?

Soaking in my room, Drops streak down the walls. Been rained in today A few homes nearly washed away. TV says the trains are down Now we’re stuck on holiday Trapped inside this place. A city nearly washed away. Nobody’s going home. Stuck in Kyoto. Waters and winds blow Through my window. Mountains in the distance, Overcome by hanging clouds. This unfamiliar state, The island nearly washed away. Nobody’s going home. Stuck in Kyoto. Waters and winds blow Through my window. Wait for the afterglow, Alone in Kyoto. Dream of a rainbow, From my window. Too late to leave now, All the dams are drowned. From falling skies of grey, The whole world slowly washed away. Nobody’s going home. Stuck in Kyoto. Waters and winds blow Through my window. The rivers overflow Flooding Kyoto. I’ll watch the world go From my window.

How many times I’ve tried to tell you? How many times I’ve tried to reap the seeds I’ve sown? You never buy the lies I sell you. I wouldn’t either, truth be told. Oh, oh! I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that you do care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care . (I don’t care, I don’t care) They say the path is long and winding. It’s the journey not the end that matters most. But with each sleepless night I’m finding, That would be comforting when all my dreams stop giving up the ghost. Oh, oh! I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that you do care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care . (I don’t care, I don’t care) I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that you do care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that you do care that I don’t care that I don’t care. I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that you do care that I don’t care that I don’t care. And I don’t care that I don’t care that I don’t care. (I don’t care, I don’t care, I just do not care, I don’t care)

In Prague long ago on a winter's morn A kingly child named Kyle was born He rose to the throne in seventy-one But no one ever knew of the deal he’d done: He met a man in red who would grant him his reign. He signed the line in blood, didn’t feel any pain. But all of Kyle’s powers came with one little rule: “Never sell out, never stop being cool!” There never was a reign so worth your while Like the noble reign of our great KING KYLE! You never met a king with so much style Like the kingly king they all call KING KYLE! Now Kyle was the king for a long, long time. But then he grew tired of the contract he’d signed. For Kyle wanted more than the Devil allowed. He longed to be loved by the rapturous crowds! He signed with EMI, had a hit on the charts. He featured on Drake, captured everyone’s hearts. He scheduled for Coachella, but he never did play, Cause’ when the Devil found out, there was Hell to pay! There never was a reign so worth your while, Like the noble reign of our great KING KYLE! You never met a king with so much style, Like the crooked king they all called KING KYLE! King Kyle rose to have it all. He missed the devil’s margin call. King Kyle rose and now he’ll fall. No more playing “Wonderwall.” King Kyle sold his soul for glory. He won’t live to tell his story. Satan’s comin’ round the bend. King Kyle’s gonna meet his end. King Kyle made a deal with Satan. Now he’s back to take his payment: Thousand years of burnin’ bacon, In the good ol’ devil's basement. King Kyle made a deal with Satan. Now he’s back to take his payment: Thousand years of burnin’ bacon, In the good ol’ devil's basement. This was not a reign so worth your while, It was just the bane of sellout KING KYLE! You never met a king with so much style, You’ll never meet that king, ‘cause he’s a SELL OUT!

It’s 3 A.M., but I can’t sleep, just think. It’s 3 A.M., I lie awake and sink. Sometimes I feel the curtains closing, On my windowless room. I hope and pray someday I’ll feel sunlight on my skin. I’m falling and now the feeling’s sinking in. It’s 4 A.M. and here I am, awake. It’s 4 A.M. and my heart still aches. Sometimes I feel the curtain closing, On my windowless room. I hope and pray someday I’ll feel sunlight on my skin. I’m falling and now the feeling’s sinking in. It’s 5 A.M. and I’m near the end. It’s 5 A.M. and the light descends. Sometimes I feel the curtain closing, And I just don’t know what to do. I hope and pray someday I’ll feel sunlight on my skin. I’m falling and now the feeling’s sinking in. I’m gonna lose my mind, I’m hurting. And I believe I gotta climb out of the night, And I just might.

How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you?

When I see you, it feels like I, I see right through, you’re a ghost sometimes. You could liberate any soul you know. Yet your tender grace left me long ago. If I sing, How do I know you’re listening? If I leave, How do I leave behind the pain? Joy escapes me; maybe I’m just deaf, To the major key and your hollow self. One more mood swing that you won’t show, Just another thing I don’t need to know. If I sing, How do I know you’re listening? If I leave, How do I leave behind the pain? If I plead, Can I give up my minor role? Now I need, You to give in and cede control, You to give up and yield my soul. If I sing, How do I know you’re listening? If I leave, How do I leave behind the pain? Set me free, To carry on like I was before. Now I plead, Can’t you give in and cede control? Can’t you give up and yield my soul? I soak in your sorrow, wet and cold. Our hopes for tomorrow fade untold. Please just give in and cede control. Stop leading me down this black hole. Don’t let the sulking take its toll. Please just give up my soul.

How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you? How am I supposed to tell you?

The more and more I see of my day to day, I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna stay. I don’t want to find myself trapped in someone else’s rhyme. I don’t want to find myself all alone and out of time. I hope you will be the one that picks me up when I’m on the ground. And I hope you can see I need your help the most when you’re not around. The more and more I take from my sinking soul, The less my heart can handle, the more I lose control. I don’t want to find myself framed for someone else’s crime, I don’t want to find myself all alone and left behind. I hope you will be the one that picks me up when I’m on the ground. And I hope you can see I need your help the most when you’re not around. I hope you will be the one that picks me up when I’m on the ground. And I hope you can see I need your help the most when you’re not around. I hope you will be the one that picks me up when I’m on the ground. And I hope you can see I need your help the most when you’re not around. I hope that you will be the one. I hope that you will be the one. I hope that you will be the one. Why can’t you see that you’re the one?

How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell you? (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) (Singing in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is singing) (Sinking in my soul, my soul, soul, my soul is sinking) How am I supposed to tell?

You’ve been up since yesterday, Thinking it’s the only way, Today’s the day you finally make your mark. Morning sunlight breaks into your, Caffeinated room. To close your eyes would kill the subtle sparks. Are you a troubadour? What else could you ever be? You escape out from the notebook where, Half of your heart is contained. Knowing too well how you seem to be endlessly, Writing down page upon page of your melodies. Your head starts to nod, the lights start to fade, As your fingers find notes that no one else can hear. But outside your room, the world cannot guess, At the mess that you make to make your message clear. Are you a troubadour? What else could you ever be? What are you searching for? Was this song meant for me? [Instrumental Interlude] (Acoustic Verse) Stepping out into the street, Guitar in hand I think I finally, Found the words to tell you how I feel. This motionless emotion that I, Clutch like nickel strings to maple frets, Begets the silences that scream between the reels. Am I a troubadour? What else could I ever be? Who am I singing for? Was this song meant for me? I am a troubadour. What else could I ever be? It’s me I’m singing for. This song was meant for me.