Stare at the ceiling It's the mark of the crash Wish it's all over Let's just go to bed I'll talk without reason It's everything now All the time that I hold you I never let go of And when I said that I love you It doesn't end when the sound drops Oh, it blows in the wind It resides in the comfort of us knowing We talk with no reason No motive to mend Well at least not one I see That warrants that outburst again It turns out the season Sometimes we just all need to walk Shed some old skin in the shadows of war For us to hold on to To repeat without reason To understand all the protocols of breathing I guess we're still learning Carpet-burn glowing This is no time for break When we both know that things can turn We talk with no reason No motive to mend Well at least not one I see That warrants that outburst again It turns out the season Sometimes we just all need to walk Shed some old skin in the shadow of war And I see no reason, it's unnecessary And without a question We are the answers No crude combinations Just bad conversations We are the reason, it is bliss It's just stuck in our fist Shed some old skin in the shadow of war Love you, love you Sometimes