Nothing but the ticking of the clocks, the slamming of the stocks
nothing but the silence on a street, when we were meant to meet
there's nothing else to find here
Listen to the witness in the dark, the turning of the lock
you don't know why you're still alone
the intimacy shown is enough to make me cetain
the stupidest thing I've ever done
but it was so much fun
Nothing like the setting of the sun when day had just begun
you left me silent by the phone and I didn't like the tone
you quickly said goodbye with
your chilling heartless undertones of choice
the weapons in your voice, they leave me feeling empty
they leave me hollow to the core, like I couldn't fail any more
even if I tried to
to x15
two three four
So I pick up the blankets the daylight is fading
and I've only just managed to raise my head
so I draw back the curtains at six in the evening
and I've only just gotten courage to get out of bed
and nothing is right in my head
no nothing is clear in my heart
I feel like my body is dead
the day doesn't have to start here x3