Is it the way you are constantly reminding me. You never got away. I guess you're here to stay. Honestly it never happened anyway. (or so they say) If only I could say I'm waiting for the day to watch you walk away
He is the coward that steals from the restless. She is the actress that sleeps for her scenes. It seems that he's the tenor that strikes when it's silent. She is the serpent that lies with the beast. Can you hear it calling me? It calls again. It calls again. Can you smell the falling rain? It falls again. It falls again
Tapping on the window pane. Keeping me calm and keeping me sane. Sleeping in to stay away from all of my thoughts that I can't arrange
Is it the way you are constantly reminding me. You never got away. I guess you're here to stay. Honestly it never happened anyway (or so they say)
If only I could say I'm waiting for the day to watch you walk away into the gray open space
And honestly it seems to me that all the opportunities I've found just don't stick. And honestly it seems to me that no amount of medication or concentration could ever shake this. And honestly it seems to me that no amount of empathy you sound could help us. And honestly it seems to me that no amount of meditation or concentration could ever shake this
(Is it the way you move? Is it the way?) So I'll burn away. So I'll fade away. Can't I just burn away. So I'll fade away. Watch me burn away
(We must be feeling the full moon) All that he knows is all at his toes. He walks away. All that he needs it withers and bleeds. He walks away
All that he knows is all at his toes. he walks away. All that he needs it withers and bleeds. he walks away. Into the gray open space