My Sympathy

Against the fallen will

Negates the need for me

To try dampen all the glow

Don't slow down

Don't slow down

With ever changing things

Denied the rest of it

If ever you could think to know

Don't slow down, don't slow down

The temper always

Knows that it's wasted

The temper

Means that you don't hold out for

My sympathy

That isn't me

I seem to redefine

Through lack of confidence

So take a hold on what we do

Don't slow down

Don't slow down

Embedded once or twice

To change what could be mine

And wait up late to send you home

Don't slow...

The temper always

Knows that it's wasted

The temper

Means that you don't hold out for

My sympathy

That isn't me