We are aimless
And our target is an empty wall
No Complaints Lyrics – Beck
No Complaints Lyrics by Beck
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We are aimless
And our target is an empty wall
I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don’t wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone
They make it hard to leave you alone
Offices and fountains they named for you
Stacks and zealots wither in shit-filled rooms
The last survivor of a boiled crap
Another casualty with the casual frown
Well it’s all in your mind
It’s all in your mind
Follow me
Baby, I won’t let you leave if you believe in me
There’s a blue bird at my window
I can’t hear the songs he sings
See the sleet that rests upon
The quiet street we’re standing on
Drive to the night
Far as it goes