Fault Songtext
von Desperate Journalist

The world above me
Looks out onto
A square of theatre stage fume
But you′ll never
You will never use it
'Cause of all of the broken paints and shell within in

Dust covers every surface
Strategically lining the worlds between us
Cool in the evening
When you′re forced to stay in

If it's no one's fault
Then it′s everyone′s fault
If it's no one′s fault
Then it's everyone′s fault
If it's no one′s fault
Then it's everyone's fault


The bed gets wider
And those three word phrases is hard to
And tenderness is gone, no
It′s just a solo night bus home, oh

You′re never meant to go

And those teenage hang-ups are hard to beat
When your closet is piled up with defeat, oh
And those teenage hang-ups are hard to beat
When your closet is piled up with defeat
Your defeat, your defeat, -feat, -feat, -feat

If it's no one′s fault
Then it's everyone′s fault
If it's no one′s fault
Then it's everyone's fault
If it′s no one′s fault
Then maybe it's your fault
Maybe it′s your fault