We know this path Know it like the back of our hands, That shake along to grinding teeth In sync with weary legs And a fuzzy head, But we can't stop this So we play our parts With all the strength that we can Wading through endless "how are you?"s With smiles and nods and "yeah, I'm good cheers. yourself?", Then on to the next one It's been a long year It's been a long few years Yeah it's been a long year And I hear that laugh The pitch and tone That carried us through Paris, Prague, Cardiff, Riga and Rome, To the beds we shared in London In the flats that we called home But it leaves a mark We are hair triggers Shadows of our former selves, Shells of withered figures We are prisoners We are killers We are constant over-thinkers And it's been a long year It's been a long few years Yeah it's been a long year But how would they know, How would they know When the face they see you wear is not your own? (How would they know) How would they know, How would they know, When every inch of me that they once knew is gone? How would they know? It's been a long year It's been a long few years It's been a long year