Fine 歌词

I was standing at the side of the room Watching sillhouettes dance on the moon Painting cigarettes the color of the death While i'm trying hard to catch my breath Sleeping in but never sleeping enough Ain't it true we always had it rough? No one ever said that it'd be easy But somehow you make it so Watch me drifting into thickening fog Adolescence warning me that it's gone I'm a metaphor that somehow breathes You're a question mark that I can't read But I will answer you eventually And when I do I promise you'll be fine When I do I promise you'll be fine When I do I promise you'll be fine You'll be fine