Punctuate destruction
With your chosen circumstance
Things that fall are rebuilt
But they're missing what they had
So I think that I
I will lie face down in the sand
And wait for the tide to come in
Everything here has fallen out of place
And I've grown tired of the taste
There's nothing here
Everything here has fallen out of place
And I've grown tired of the taste
Of my own tears
I'm starting not to care
It's all that's making sense now
Please give me my heart back
Take my pride and keep the change
Every single word said
Was a meaningless extange