Peeling Oranges Across the Couch Is a figure I can't make out Now I'm trying to stand on my feet But it's shaking the floor beneath And this splinters changing color Staying quiet be no bother It's not like you care or maybe you do This distances still there And this winters getting colder Thought I felt it inching closer This pacing will strain The ice will all melt And nothing will change Nobody heard me, as I was screaming Out of the window, as it was leaving Thought I'd shake this feeling Figures gone thought I woke up Nothings changed I still off But I won't ever know