Side by side in silence. They pass away the day. So comfortable, so habitual.... And so nothing left to say. . Nothing left to say. Nothing left to say.
Nothing I am. Nothing I dream. Nothing is new. Nothing I think or believe in or say. Nothing is true. . It used to be so easy. I never even tried. Yeah it used to be so easy....
Oh, Elise, it doesn't matter what you say. Just can't stay here every yesterday. Like keep on acting out the same, the way we act out. . Every wait is smile, forget.