| See, this wasn't supposed to happen | |
| to leave you with your thoughts, | |
| to leave you at your wire where you bumped into more. | |
| You're clinging to tales of ghosts, | |
| hear them as if they're true. | |
| Although they bring you things | |
| that you don't want them to. | |
| When I run out of time, | |
| well, you freak out your mind | |
| to go care for all the small things | |
| I have no clue about. | |
| I have the miles to shout at, | |
| but both your ears go cold | |
| and leave me at my wire. | |
| Wish that I was told | |
| 'Cause if you leave it like this | |
| the distance's all we've known. | |
| Yeah if you leave it like this | |
| the distance's all that's grown. | |
| This wasn't supposed to happen | |
| to not have you on my side, | |
| to lose you on a wire | |
| where you stay out of sight. | |
| And with your head in your hands | |
| I cannot read your face, | |
| can't read between the lines that | |
| this is a shut case | |
| 'Cause if you leave it like this | |
| the distnace's all we've known. | |
| Yeah if you leave it like this | |
| the distance's all that's grown. | |
| 'Cause if you leave it like this | |
| the distnace's all we've known. | |
| Yeah if you leave it like this | |
| the distance's all that's grown. |