Honestly, I still don't understand I was convinced that things Would turn out differently in the end There's always been so much to tell Now the canvas is slowly turning blank I've been struggling 'Cause I can't think of anything more to paint And we just talk to quiet the silence Is there nothing left to say? If we just talk to ease our conscience I might as well just leave So steadily Clouds are coming in I was never led to think These days would ever change And words have never been so hard to find I'm piling up empty lines Another vacant glance In another half-hearted dance And we just talk to quiet the silence Is there nothing left to say? If we just talk to ease our conscience I might as well just leave Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah I might as well just leave And we just talk to quiet the silence I might as well just leave