The letter dropped
You left it lost
Or wouldA note was left
Inside your head
For you
The vacant lot
That marks your spot
Is stillWhere nothing moves
And moments marked
Your will
It keeps coming around…
The empty chair
The shadows there
RemainWith blinds pulled down
And prayers cried out
In vain
The silhouette
That set against
The lightShines where eyes
Can't see beyond
The sky
It keeps coming around...

She left before she’d even walked inShe must’ve seen that id been drinkingShe used to stand alone at the bar back thenIt’s good to understand who you are
She used to be the talk of the townI had her down as nobody’s clownYou’d question why she wasn’t with him, butShe weren’t the type you’d make wait around
You’d give a bit of somethingShe’d fill you up with nothing(And) somehow, you’d still feel you were freeShe’d let you fall in too deep
She made me in ways that others haven’tAnd played me, somehow while this happenedShe’d still save meCrying while I’m laughing again
She'd let you hang on every last wordAnd act as if it’s safe when it weren’tShe’d sit you at the front of the class andShe'd act like she’s surprised you ain’t passed
She'd give a little somethingAnd act as if it’s nothingAnd somehow you’d be happy it’s freeHow could it happen to me?

Dead stars are burning in the skyTheir light reflecting in your eyes
And here the ravens they don’t show
Where I’ve been, you don’t want to know

And when I go upstream
I’ll meet you in a dream
And as I try to land
Please let me hold your hand
Our ship exploded in the sky
A strong reflection in my mind
And now the secrets they won’t show
I’m stuck here, won’t you let me go
And when I go upstream
I’ll meet you in a dream
And as I try to land
Please let me hold your hand

Face it, there's no one aroundWe can't make a sound, let's cancelSheep laugh at the wolves at the doorRoaming the floor in circlesI'm done playing a partFaking a start, a miracleWe're gone starting a fightCall it a night and cancelLost plane confusing clouds with thefoamGhost train finally taking me homeFake it, we're getting alongRunning around in circlesName it, you're calling the shotI'll stick to my spot, all verticalWe're told everything's under controlBut I'm cold, finally here on a rollFace it, there's no one aroundWe can't make a sound, let's cancelNo more slamming the doorDying to score and night callsWe're told everything's under controlBut I'm cold, finally here on a rollLost plane confusing clouds with the
foamGhost train finally taking me home