I feel sorta hollow And my head feels like the crowd And I know you don't mean to pretend But you pretend anyway So nothing will change Counting the ways you put yourself to sleep The days you put away for safe-keeping For maybe yes For maybe no For maybe not Or just Or just maybe ♪ We're still alive I hear your kind words And that's some kind of miracle It all sounds sorta hollow And all that's better left unsaid Will never make it across our bed When you close the distance Then what opens? What if all that's never said And all that's in our heads What if all that's never said Goes said? Counting the ways to put yourself to sleep The days you put away for safe-keeping For maybe yes For maybe no For maybe not Or just Or just maybe For maybe yes For maybe no Or just maybe Or just maybe Ahhhh Ahhhh