Signs of Life

Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop...
Don't you ever stop being this beautiful mess you are.
Don't stop what's spinning around that head of yours.
You give this dying place a pulse,
signs of life when our eyes fall.

Now, good days come and go,
but at least with you we know what we’re in for.
I'll take the chance with you any day.
Roll the dice, let's get carried away.

Keep on. Keep on. Keep on...
Keep on doing all you can with the fuck-ups.
Rough edges keep you real, strange, somehow beautiful.
You give this dying place a pulse,
signs of life when our hearts still.

The bad days come and go,
but at least with you we know we’re in for it.
I'll roll the dice on you any day.
Risk it all; there is no other way.

I just can't, just can't,
I just can't turn it off,
but why, really why should we ever want to?

You give this dying place a pulse,
signs of life when all else fails.