| She works the night shift for day wage | |
| Oh it can feel like forever | |
| New ways to outline an old face | |
| Oh it can feel like forever | |
| She fights the daylight with heavier shades | |
| It feels like forever and | |
| Oh, the stories you could tell | |
| If you didn't hide it all so well | |
| Hit the bottom | |
| You hit the bottom again | |
| His clock is flashing the same score | |
| Oh it can feel like forever | |
| The front yard spills through the front door | |
| Oh it can feel like forever | |
| In a house he knows that he can't afford | |
| It feels like forever and | |
| Oh, the stories you could tell | |
| If you didn't hide it all so well | |
| Hit the bottom | |
| You hit the bottom again | |
| Don't you remember when | |
| The fire in your eye | |
| Could burn right through the night | |
| Hit the bottom | |
| You hit the bottom again | |
| And if you see me dragging my feet outside your window | |
| I'm just hoping that I might feel the wind blow | |
| We've lost our sense of direction | |
| Oh it can feel like forever | |
| Those days of great recollection | |
| Oh it can feel like forever | |
| But it's not the end, no it's only begun | |
| To feel like forever and | |
| Oh, the stories you could tell | |
| If you didn't hide it all so well | |
| Hit the bottom | |
| You hit the bottom again | |
| Don't you remember when | |
| The fire in your eyes | |
| Could burn right through the night | |
| Hit the bottom | |
| You hit the bottom again | |
| You hit the bottom again |