Staging A Traffic Jam Lyrics - Silverchair

A burning bridge staging a traffic jam 

Intention stained upon expression 

Eyes the sky's darkest clouds 

Constipated mountains of condensation 

At the start there was innocence 

Breaks my heart doesn't make no sense 

Just start again that's the recompense 

Just learning to fly 

In a sense it's innocence 

It's my only defense on a guilt trip 

And being held hostage, I'll wrap my heart around you 

I'll wrap my arms around you falling down the stairs 

See this chair, see this empty room 

There's my heart, there's my open wound 

'Cause the end always comes too soon 

Just try to get by