Lyrics

It seems like the end When all of my friends are getting up to go How can the eye be lonely When it never had the chance to know Anything besides the little lines that Make up my neck and throat If only they knew that it was watching them too Then they wouldn't have the guts to show Holidays don't really exist In the place where you lay your head If you think it could be Only you and me, then i don't know where you are Adamant to keep your happy eyes, will keep us in our respected lies Pushing a different carriage, than the one you started with But how can you know when the symptoms will show And you've never been elsewhere so there's no place to go Twenty first, third and fifth