In The Grand Scheme Of Things (None Of This Really Matters) - Custard

Your lips are moving

But I can not hear

A word that you’re saying

«Everybody's talking at me, I don’t hear a word they’re saying.»

You may be complaining a little too much I fear

«The lady doth protest too much, methinks»

Oh what are we gonna do?

Oh no

I really don’t want to

Wear out my welcome here

We must have made a deal with someone

Either up above or down

We’ve scored one more night to

Make amends

The truth is you’re saying

That maybe we’re straining

A little too much I fear

Oh what are we gonna do?

Oh no

And in the grand scheme of things none of this really matters

Just close your eyes

Don’t give me no alibis

In a world that’s out of time

All the books explode

Hold my hand I’ll do for you what I can