We're bending our backs a little
We're breaking our bones
Could somebody solve the riddle
So we can get home
Well I'll be the pen, the writer
To dictate your lines
To something we can decipher
While we're still alive
For what are we arguing, love
You'll be gone when I wake up
You'll turn out the lights and lock all the doors
And leave no explanation
I'm lost in a dream, another
To add to my book
Of things that I can't recover
From everything you took
I watched without a voice, you
Cut into my head
Removing everything worth saving
And left me for dead
For what are we arguing, love
You'll be gone when I wake up
You'll turn out the lights and lock all the doors
And leave no explanation
You'll turn out the lights and lock all the doors
And leave no explanation