Nervous Songtext
von Magic Bronson

These are the days
We get stuck in our ways
Solving mysteries

And these are the nights
That we stay inside
Making history (history, yeah, yeah)
Go

Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits

Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits


These are the lines
We rehearse in our minds
′Til we're speaking (what′d you say, what'd you say, I don't know)

And these are the times
We try to unwind
′Til we′re sleeping

Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits

Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits

Fires, flights, parking permits

Fires, flights, parking permits