Keane

I think you know
Because it's old news
The people you love
Are hard to find
So I think if I
Were in your shoes
I would be kind
I look out for you
Come rain, come shine
What good does it do?
I guess I'm a toy that is broken
I guess we're just older now
I want to stay
Another season
See summer upon
This sorry land
So don't dust off your gun
Without a reason
You understand