Testo Little Motor

So you're made of flesh and blood
And your daughter, she called your bluff
You get emotional over empty cups
Grow up

Every day you wake up alive
Little motor behind your eyes
That wars are fought about By those who have no doubt
Out loud

Most evenings when the sun goes down
You think of leaving but you stick around
It's just a flesh wound with a proper noun
Calm down

Every day you wake up alive
Little motor behind your eyes
That wars are fought about
By those who have no doubt
Out loud