Miles outside of detritus lane
Postal codes you're changing
Stopped trying to love you anyway I can 'cause
The plastic faces in the phone lines
What are you afraid of then?
I want to tell you but it's all I know
Well, it's all I talk about
Yes, I've known nothing new
All the while tempting and killing me with patience
The vacant notion that I'm cutting ties
What are you afraid of then?
I think about it that it's all I know
Feel you again if I could
The vacant notion of the city lights
The vacuum faces of the phone lines
Steeped in the ebb and flow
If I could see you but I'm well out of time
In sweet nothings of all I've known
But we're all out of time
What are you afraid of then?
I think about it that it's all I've known
Feel you again if I could