Different-coloured wood in the living room

You left before I made it a home for you

You were running out the door, I was running around

Lighting candles through the house

I thought I'd done something wrong

You flew away forever, forever's long

I see you doing better, I breathe a sigh

But I wish I could have been a part of that feeling

Do I know you any better than the paparazzi?

When you say your circle's getting small, is it smaller than me?

Do you feel like the life you have is second-hand?

I never go out my way

But your family life is in the news again

You're catching some strays from Rupert's gun

I'll help you build the wall that keeps me from you

We'd get high on my double bed

Watch things you shouldn't watch with half a head

I'd fall asleep first, you would sit on the steps

All the lights on in the hall, like something here haunts you

Can I ease your mind, can I be your phone call?

Would you let me be there like before?

Without feeling like my love is second-hand

Without feeling like my love is second-hand