Ow, ow, ow, but how would I know?
It's just, the more love you give me, the more I feel I'm screwing something up
And why do my words shake on the tightrope of the talk
And no, I'm not like last year
I don't even recognize myself
Ow, ow, ow, such small talk
Ow, ow, ow, I'm not in
Because if you don't stay too
what's the point of feeling better?
And I feel like a ghost at my own concert
And there's nothing to shine on
If the scaffolding falls, only I remain
And there's nothing to shine on
Where do I end, where do you begin
In the dark you can't see it anyway
It's just, the more excuses I make, the more they turn into almost a gun
And barefoot I catch the train
And it doesn't matter if I change accent after
As soon as I'm somewhere else
This place, no, it's not ours anymore
Ow, ow, ow, such small talk
Ow, ow, ow, I'm not in
Because if you don't stay too
what's the point of feeling better?
And I feel like a ghost at my own concert
And there's nothing to shine on
If the scaffolding falls, only I remain
And there's nothing to shine on
Where do I end, where do you begin
In the dark you can't see it anyway
And I could stop worrying about everybody
And lay my excuses out first
And justify myself and justify you
Not seeing that you're crying
But there's no reason, it's just that I feel
Things at giant volumes, giant volumes
I know I'm losing it 'cause
I wanna fall right at the climax
And there's nothing to shine on
If the scaffolding falls, only I remain
And there's nothing to shine on
Where do I end, where do you begin
In the dark you can't see it anyway