When the day goes away and the river, if it's the closest I'll ever get To feel me close to home, then I don't want a home If I could just close my eyes, wake up melted from all the guises The secrets that you hold, the truths that no one told The solastic rhythms Are not missing drive You can call me jaded You can call me whatever you like Just need a song Oh, just need a song To wash us over Redeeming me every time But I don't think that I'll ever wait for us And we dance And we stumble But we vacant know what used to be romantic I might not have the means, the means to get through the end But I don't know what's wrong, no, I don't know what's wrong If I did what should I do, texting it former in my favour But would that do the trick? It might not do the trick I'm lost in seasons They make me feel kind of sh**ty And you can call it depression And you can call it whatever you want And the saddest songs Oh, the saddest songs Take me over They leave my lips every night And I try and I try and I try and I try Now we dance And we stumble But we may can't tell what used to be romantic Are we dead? Don't know how The blood, the plain that numb the pain, it's living