Calling Off The Search

I'm sick of this game

If I'm being honest

Like a runaway train

With the two of us on it

Away we go to the sunrise

To try avoid the cracks

To try avoid the cries

It's the last stop

The doors are closed so don't go looking back

'Cause hindsight's fine till it's our love that's on the line

With our heart's so cold

And nobody wants to fold

I think this time it

It's been the hardest truth to find

So for all it's worth

I'm calling off the search

I'm calling off the search

It's the quietest place

You won't even acknowledge me

All the silence, I hate it

Holding back our apologies

The dirt on the floor

Milk for the cat

Plates in the sink

The ghosts in the attic

We've been living on scraps of love these days

Hindsight's fine till it's our love that's on the line

With our heart's so cold

But nobody wants to fold

I think this time it

It's been the hardest truth to find

So for all it's worth

I'm calling off the search

I'm calling off the search

The dirt on the floor

Milk for the cat

Plates in the sink

The ghosts in the attic

We've been living on scraps of love these days

'Cause hindsight's fine till it's our love that's on the line

With our heart's so cold

But nobody wants to fold

I think this time it

It's been the hardest truth to find

So for all it's worth

I'm calling off the search

I'm calling off the search

I'm calling off the search