Letras
If your eyes closed and your fingers circling above a map
And the simple realization you were never coming back
In the silence, I can whisper all the things I want to say
But your eyes just have a way of telling me it's all in vain
You're beginning to succeed in slowly pushing me away
This is not life or your home, its money and a place to stay
This desire, for attention, you're afraid of growing old
A reflection, it appears that you've become a bag of bones
You are here, but you are not who I remember
You are here, but I don't recognize what's left
You are here, but you've grown sick of just surviving
You are here, but who knows for how long
But who knows for how long