Stare at the ceiling
It's the mark of the crash
Wish it's all over
Let's just go to bed
I'll talk without reason
It's everything now
All the time that I hold you
I never let go of
And when I said that I love you
It doesn't end when the sound drops
Oh, it blows in the wind
It resides in the comfort of us knowing
We talk with no reason
No motive to mend
Well at least not one I see
That warrants that outburst again
It turns out the season
Sometimes we just all need to walk
Shed some old skin in the shadows of war
For us to hold on to
To repeat without reason
To understand all the protocols of breathing
I guess we're still learning
Carpet-burn glowing
This is no time for break
When we both know that things can turn
We talk with no reason
No motive to mend
Well at least not one I see
That warrants that outburst again
It turns out the season
Sometimes we just all need to walk
Shed some old skin in the shadow of war
And I see no reason, it's unnecessary
And without a question
We are the answers
No crude combinations
Just bad conversations
We are the reason, it is bliss
It's just stuck in our fist
Shed some old skin in the shadow of war
Love you, love you
Sometimes
