Feign

If I find my bearings, can I settle down

Hiding my face often, since I lost my crown

Where did my faith go, since it left town

Do I die a little less often, when I feign profound?

I say the wrong things at the perfect time

That's my signature on the silver line

When I leave my home, I'm angled south

Where did my friends go Have they heard my mouth?

I'm a sparkling diamond when I have my doubts

Do I die a little less often when I feign profound?

I say the wrong thing at the perfect time

That's my signature on the silver line

Do I die a little less often

Do I die a little less often

Do I die a little less often

Do I die a little less often

Do I die a little less often

When I feign profound?

I say the wrong thing at the perfect time

That's my signature on the silver line

I say the wrong thing at the perfect time

It's an accident when I fall in line

There is an elegance

I find in every risk

That I so often miss