Did you expect it all to stop At the wave of your hand? Like the sun's just gonna drop If it's night you demand Well, in the dark we're just air So the house might dissolve. But once we're gone, Who's gonna care If we were ever here at all?
Well, summer's gonna come It's gonna cloud our eyes again. No need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood In an attempt to tip the scales; I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details. They seemed so important at the time, But now you can't even recall Any names, faces, or lines. It's more the feeling of it all.
Well, winter's gonna end I'm gonna clean these veins again. So close to dying that I finally can start living.