Exodus of the Year

Lyrics

Up in my room, working it out Trying not to make a sound Chasing another arrow of light It's always the same somehow Flat on my back, afraid to admit That I'm getting older now It's calling you out, calling you out Calling you out at night Shaking in the cold oh so gallantly The advantage of withholding your honesty Most of my friends got the fuck out In the exodus of the year Now it's just me and you in dim winter light Straining ourselves to hear Those three stupid words, I haven't said While calling you out at night Shaking in the cold oh so gallantly The advantage of withholding your honesty