You told me I’ve changed
But underneath this is all that I’ve got
I skipped the cracks on the street
But your face said everything I am not
 

Oh, oh, oh
Should I feel sorry for this now?
Oh, oh, oh
But I’m more sorry for this age…
Wasting the days

Drifting away as they silently say

Like your tongue, you’re alive
But almost out of control
You are brave but it’s unsustained
And sometimes misplaced

Oh, oh, oh
Should I feel sorry for you now?
Oh, oh, oh
But I’m more sorry for the crowd…
Hiding out

Who is alive these days?
They take it all to drift away
Saying “Hope is a foreign place”
Shake it off
Just shake it off
And sing us another
Who is alive these days?
They take it all to drift away
Saying “Hope is a foreign place”
Shake it off
Just shake it off and sing us another
As they’re silently dying in a thousand ways

Like your tongue, you’re alive
But almost out of control

Drift away as they silently say
Take it all so you feel alive
But almost out of con-

Who is alive?
Sing, oh oh oh
Who is alive?
Almost out of control

Who is alive these days?
They take it all to drift away
Saying “Hope is a foreign place”
Shake it off
Just shake it off and sing us another
As they’re silently dying in a thousand ways