You give this way more thought
Than it deserves
You say when I tell you about my fear
Of rejection
I wouldn't know better than to get scared
'Cause since we met we've had this great connection
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale"
You say as I look up, dreaming.
I know better than to include the both of us.
But I can't sleep...
When you're gone and you say
"What's another day?"
This stage of oblivion I find comfortable
And prior to this I never spoke
You say you understand my absence now
And why I never tell jokes
"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale"
You say as I look up dreaming
I know better than to include the both of us.
But I can't sleep...
When you're gone and you say
"What's another day?"
What's another day?
When we're all getting used to grey
What's another day?
If inspirations frows out from this
What's another day?
When silence is the next best thing to bliss
And we're all getting used to hearing you say
"You know..." .... x 2