The irony of staying in it, and trying to make it work, even when you know you’re swimming upstream. Sometimes we’re drawn to a challenge, even if we know it’s doomed.
We’re cut adrift
We’re still floating
I’m only hanging on
To watch you go down
My love
The irony of someone thinking maybe they don’t belong there, and so they don’t.
The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass right through you like a ghost
They look for you, but your spirit is in the air
Baby, you’re nowhere
Another great U2 cover by Transient.
Mental Break Town 