Tired on cobble stones
Going home
What is it that you're thinking of?
Needing
Isn't some cheap make-up
That you can just wipe off
Softly falling your eyes
The silence cut
The rain beats on our door
Like a stranger
And maybe this is numb enough
And maybe this is numb enough
Counting
The car lights
Passing across the wall
I can't even
Fathom why
You want me to stay
Your smeared expressions
And your asphalt blonde hair
Sameness
Isn't some cheap morphine
That you can just sleep off
Softly falling your eyes
The silence cut
The rain beats on our door
Like a stranger
And maybe this is numb enough
And maybe this is numb enough
The configuration of your childish lying
The counting backwards
The opaque bravado
Through the thick weather
The morning creeps in like a thief
And steals everything you want to forget
My sweet
I adore you
Hopelessly
Softly falling your eyes
The silence cut
The rain beats on our door
Like a stranger
And maybe this is numb enough
And maybe this is numb enough