It's breaking up, the signal's distorted I'm losing touch relationships aborted All that's left's a broken reciever The note you sent was addressed to the reader The echo's back, my own voice repeating A subtle plea lets you know I'm breathing I'm an introvert want no walls around me Need oxygen, and now I am gasping Kept my ear to the ground, and watched every movement With objective eyes, I know every arrangement The mystery is why you're appealing and It's too much, this desire I'm feeling Chorus: And I waste all of my time Painting this picture On a canvas in my mind Inspiration is fleeting It's coming back I relocated the beacon I re-read the note and lost all illusion It's a shallow thing, what I found left there What I've pined, has no need to be here Chorus: And I waste all of my time Painting this picture On a canvas in my mind Inspiration is fleeting