Broken Window

Everyday is like an echo in a foreign tongue

Am I OK? Or am I just used to pretending that i am? Dont know.

Suddenly I’m looking through a broken window

Holding onto someone that I used to know

I forget the way it was before you were so confused

Now I cry cause I cant say goodbye but theres nothing else to do

Suddenly I’m looking through a broken window

Holding onto someone that I used to know

Suddenly I’m looking through a broken window

Holding onto someone that I used to know