I can't predict the future, anymore Than you can predict the weather off-shore You've got your little blanket, keeping you warm I've been replaced by fabric, sythetic but pure Can you hear? The sound of not giving up There's no such thing as hope, anymore Cuz if there was tell me, where are my rewards? It's just a little mind game, we play on ourselves It's just a poor excuse for, so much more Can you hear? The sound of not giving up You've got this silly way of making me smile at the most inoppertune moments (x2) You've got me, in the palm of your hand Can you hear? The sound of not giving up