You give this way more thought than it deserves
You say when I tell you about my fear of reajection
I wouldn't know better than to get scared
'Cause since we met we've had this great connection

"You know concrete colored buildings all grow stale!"
You say as I look up dreaming
I know better then to include the both of us
But I can't sleep
When you're gone

And you say
"what's another day?"

This stage of oblivion I find comfortable
And prior to this I never spoke
You say you understand my bsence now
And why I never tell jokes

You know

What's another day?
When we're already getting used to gray
What's another day?
If inspiration grows out from this
What's another day?
From silance is the next best thing to bliss
And we're all getting used to hearing you say

You know [x2]