When everything we felt failed
and some music soft in distant sails
but it dont sound like it did before
then i know im left with nothing more
than my own soul
when pretty pictues face back
but your coats arent hanging on the rack
and blue water turns to
a place that i cant get to
a place that i cant
in a room all i feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all i see
is your face full of blame
whats left to see
whats there to see
in the room all i feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all i see
is your face full of blame
whats left to see
whats there to see
whats left to see
red house painters