Passive nights and passive air. Distances we make and share. Don’t love me vacantly. /x2 Nights out up were nights of lust. Now they’re nights we barely trust. Don’t love me vacantlу. /x2
Bridge: What have we become? /x2 Just bored love like everyone? What have we become? /x2 Just bored love like everyone else, baby?
Chorus: We dilute this, dilute this. /x6
I think back to times we’d feel. Paranoid this over-killed. I can tell you’re losing will. Sinking organs, deadly still. Don’t love me vacantly. /x4
Bridge: What have we become? /x2 Just bored love like everyone? What have we become? /x2 Just bored love like everyone else, baby?