There’s nothing here to complain about

We can relate about

The same blood is in our veins, we all feel the same about love

About Love

I called back to yesterday, it’s the same as today

When you see the world in a round kind of way

A round kind of way

And it’s a Dull Razor

That I've use to shape my lines

Who we are is who we find when I am left behind

I found peace on a postage stamp

Sent it off to a foreign land

It comes back in ways, Lord, it’s hard to define

It’s hard to define

There’s a world where illusion lives

It blurs the lines of was and is

I make my way there from time to time

From time to time

And it’s a Dull Razor

That I use to shape my lines

Who we are is who we find when I am left behind

There’s nothing here to complain about

We can relate about

The same blood is in our veins, we all feel the same about love

About love.