Nothing but the ticking of the clocks, the slamming of the stocks nothing but the silence on a street, when we were meant to meet there's nothing else to find here
Listen to the witness in the dark, the turning of the lock you don't know why you're still alone the intimacy shown is enough to make me cetain the stupidest thing I've ever done but it was so much fun
Nothing like the setting of the sun when day had just begun you left me silent by the phone and I didn't like the tone you quickly said goodbye with... your chilling heartless undertones of choice the weapons in your voice, they leave me feeling empty they leave me hollow to the core, like I couldn't fail any more even if I tried to to (x15) two three four
So I pick up the blankets the daylight is fading and I've only just managed to raise my head so I draw back the curtains at six in the evening and I've only just gotten courage to get out of bed and nothing is right in my head no nothing is clear in my heart I feel like my body is dead the day doesn't have to start here (x3)