You give this way more thought than it deserves You say when I tell you about my fear of reajection 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 then 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 bsence now And why I never tell jokes You know... Whats another day? When we're already getting used to gray What's another day? If inspiration grows out from this What's another day? From silance is the next best thing to bliss And we're all getting used to hearing you say You know... [x2]