Pacific Theatre Lyrics

Get out of the city

For all your problems I've got mine

This life isn't pretty

I'm still on the assembly line



With my sabre tooth smile

Sabre tooth smile



With my sabre tooth smile

Sabre tooth smile



Why should I speak to you?

I shake your hand, you'll shake my fist

Sabre tooth smile

Sabre tooth smile

How will you bond this rift?



Try and make it up to me

I'll enjoy your sympathy

Ten thousand ways to comfort me

I'll never accept this apology



From the greatest skies we'll fall from

Landing on your sympathetic tongue



Try and make it up to me

I'll enjoy your sympathy

Ten thousand ways to comfort me

I'll never accept this apology



It's over to you

It's over to you

It's over to you

It's over to you