So close the curtain Radio, low Don't leave me searching for a sign You've thought about it once or twice Was it nice? Why leave it rotting on the vine? That's when you know It's real All of the pain You feel Waves, bittersweet Sinking in the sand beneath your feet Look out the window, lock the door What's it for? Another evening alone You know that feeling creeping in Under your skin You keep it hidden in a drawer That's when you know It's real All of the pain You feel Waves, bittersweet Sinking in the sand beneath your feet