Every winter I melt into paraffin skies to beat the boredom, escape the ennui in your eyes If I could help it, I’d stay in your arms stop second guessing the goal of your charms If I could, then I would But I’m already gone
Such demon clockwork, the spring brings me back to your door like sirens calling some eager young sailors to shore and it’s not healthy, this call and response but i’ll still give you whatever you want i may be here but my mind, it’s already gone
We’re tearin’ apart all that remains but don’t let it get you down
I’m losing patience and soon I’ll be getting the itch Love isn’t falling, it’s digging one hell of a ditch Put down your shovel, I’m tired of this can’t build a future inside an abyss Well, you can stay if you want I’m already gone