We know too much

But not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough

Trapped in a rut

Out of love, out of love, out of love, out of love, out of love

But I guess I was wrong

There is harm in trying

Found space to be loved

But no better lying

We feelin' lost

Quicksand to tow her slowly, you've begun

Just find someone to trust

Easier said than done

But I guess I was wrong

There is harm in trying

Found space to be loved

But no better lying

Think I'm gonna feel like I'm lying

Think I'm gonna see that I'm dying

Think I'm gonna feel like I'm lying

Think I'm gonna see that I'm dying