My foolish dedication

No Matter What You're Told — Broken Bells

You’re falling way behind;
We’ll give it just a little bit of time
Cause when we’re all exposed
Do you wanna be the first
In line?

Below’s the witching crowd
The smoke they blow can make you head pop
The ego is playing its tricks on you again

The ego is playing its tricks on you again
And again

We’ll blow all our chances thinking we know
All the answers. 
Then so it goes
With all the changes
And nothing changes
No matter what you’re told

So you’re picking up signs;
You’re scared you might be losing your mind
And all the hopes 
of any shot you got of leaving you  you got of leaving you
Behind

You’re making light of this I know
And it’s a shame
But your silly, sentimental heart is to blame

You don’t wanna end up in the lost and found you better hold

On tight

All the time it evens when you’re upside-down -you gotta hold
On tight

I don’t wanna be there when you hit the ground - you need to hold
On tight