We took time
to extend
the long goodbye
And we tried
our hardest
not to try
So if we come apart at the seams
I’m not untied

I’ll rue the day
I see myself
If I ever let you go
we were lost
and stayed lost
Theres no hidden symbol,
no that'd be much too simple

What’s one more
To that endless pile of songs
The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t heard
Not too long ago
We all got a microphone
Now we can’t hear a sound

That’s not our bag, man
we wanna have some trust
we wanna be in love
they wanna interrupt
blah blah blah blah
give it up

Light at the end
of the tunnel
doesn't mean escape
we could never
re-enact
the scenes we make
i gotta get my…

One time offer
for a part-time heart
for a slow line dropped
for time to stop
for rewind then pause

for the next
big box
for distorted thoughts
for cold hands
and loss
on the dying rock

What’s one more
To that endless pile of thoughts
The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t said
But not too long ago
We all got a megaphone
Now we can’t hear ourselves

What’s one more
To that endless pile of songs
The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t heard
Not too long ago
We chose them for ourselves
Now we can’t hear a sound