He's got a habit Of losing control of his sanity Of changing the shape of reality When she's gone
She's got a job But not like the ones in the magazines It's one where the people are really mean If not scared
All the time That you're gone she said I'm shamelessly wasting away Fill the dark With your breath And stay here (stay here)
She's got a penchant The changing the shade of her indigo The bleaching the place where the water flows In time
He's got a feeling Like the sun on the back of the movie screen Like cards crashing down in the wettest dreams Of her
All the time that you're gone he said I shamelessly wish you were here Fill the dark With my breath And I'd say...
That the waves that I feel from you now Run deeper than I've ever known them Some people sink when they drown But we stand the distance of oceans We stand the distance of oceans (X 5) Of oceans
