Art of Doubt - Metric

Where do failed imposters go?

Burn the book that says you took the

(Hard road, hard road)

Autumn, the fog rolls low

Over rooftops far below the

(Hard road, hard road)

Springtime, the vespers chime

Blossoms fill the trees that line the

(Hard road, hard road)

Where did all your worries go?

Now I guess we’ll never know

How you hit the

Well, how you hit the

You said «don't let your heart give out»

No, I won’t let my heart give out

You said «don't let your breath run out»

No, I won’t let my breath run out

Well it’s true, I push too hard I guess

To use whatever fuel is left

At it’s best it’s all the art of doubt

Well, I really don’t know how we call this peace

'Cause it’s a goddamn shame about the wall to wall wars

Pleading self-defence but the story’s old

Now there’s worth that we’re told

There’s a promise on the way, yeah

I don’t believe what they say

You said «don't let your heart give out»

No, I won’t let my heart give out

You said «don't let your breath run out»

No, I won’t let my breath run out

Well, it’s magical, your meaningless

Habitual, mundane excess

At it’s best it’s all the art of doubt

Doubt

Now we gotta take it upon ourselves

Next time the kick drum starts

Drag your mind from the gutter babe

All this isolation’s sinister

So be kind to yourself

There will never be another you

There’s just nobody else that’s you

You said «don't let your heart give out»

No, I won’t let my heart give out

You said «don't let your breath run out»

No, I won’t let my breath run out

Well, it’s true, I push too hard I guess

To use whatever fuel is left

Yeah it’s true, I push too hard I guess

To use whatever fuel is left

Yeah it’s true, I push too hard I guess

To use whatever fuel is left

At it’s best it’s all the art of doubt

At it’s best it’s all the art of