Letras:American Steel. Rogue's March. Optimist.

Your eyes have a haunted look
But I can't know what ghost they're hiding
Still you stay near, idled by fear
It's not enough to know that you're here
Ease my mind and try to help me understand
Why you're warmer than a gun but colder than its hand
Optimism will make you suffer fools gladly
I'm holding out for you to do the right thing
Emphatically

People don't do what they say or they mean even if they wanted to
Optimist
Now I'm an optimist but then I must admit people just do what they

Do what you want, you're free aimlessly
And dreaming's for fools with a whim to spare
Your mind is so nonchalant and fresh, oh yes
And magnetic eyes are drawn to your
Idealism will make you impatient
They're holding out
For you to win all
Or break them utterly

People don't do what they say or they mean even if they wanted to
Optimist
Now I'm an optimist but then I must admit people just do
Optimist...

People don't do what they say or they mean even if they wanted to
Now I'm an optimist but then I will admit I'm holding out for you
Optimist...