No one can see
The windows are blackened, darkened, tinted and we can't see out
And what's the point in an apology when you
Hear but are never keen on listening
Drifting
Further
From the everyday
Hold on dear we came so near but, in the end, for nought but memory
And do you find it so impossible
To listen to someone that isn't yourself
It would seem so, there's no reason for this
And what's the point in an apology when I
Hear but I'm never keen on listening
Until we find ourselves
Drifting
Further
From the everyday
Hold on dear we came so near but, in the end, for nought but memory
Take a good look at this
This is what it's come to
Alone, it seems a state to strive to
I'm worth better than this
I need this
Relieve this
And now I'm
Drifting
Further
From the everyday
Hold on dear we came so near but, in the end, for nought but memory
It seems a state to strive to
I'm worth better than this
I need this
Relieve this
(Listen to someone that isn't yourself)
I'm worth better than this
(To listen to someone that isn't yourself)
I'm worth better than this
In the end, for nought but memory
In the end, for nought but memory
(I'm worth better than this)
