Simmering

Is there any way to know when it's over?
When will you show her?
Will you be done?
Is there any day that slowly rolls over
That will know that your last war was won
How will you ever know?
How will you know . . .
How will you ever know when you're
Sleeping at the crash site
Walkin on the wreckage
Somebody's past life, another one's older
Where the fire burned, the grass began to grow
Nobody walks there, everybody knows that
OOhhh . . .
How will you know?
Simmering . . .
How will you know,
How will you know?
Is there anyone who pulled it off easy
Spoke what they were thinking and
Moved on to the next city and
Is there anyone who let them down gently and
Moved on to the next, I don't know
How will you know?
Ooohh
How will you know?
That you been
Sleeping at the crash site
Resting on the wreckage
Somebody's past life
Somebody's old love
Resting on the wreckage
Somebody's old love
Somebody's old love
People have the right to fly
And will when it gets compromised
airports see it all the time
I was gonna play "Wheel" but now I changed my mind
Sleepin' at the crash site . . .
Sleepin' at the crash site . . .
Sleepin' at the crash site . . .
Restin on the wreckage
So much old love
So much old love
I can feel your body when I'm lying in my bed
There's too much confusion running round through
Runnin round through