Il testo della I started something i couldn't finish

The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced, three-word gesture

I started something, i forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now i'm not too sure

I grabbed you by guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And i doused another venture with a gesture
That was absolutely vile

I started something, i forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now i'm not too sure

I grabbed you by guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labor
Seems fair enough

I started something and i forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now i'm not too sure

I started something, i started something
Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now i'm not too sure

Okay, stephen? do that again?