I burn up in empty rooms and stare down hallways And the light still finds the peels in the painting Everyday We've been spending too long inside And we'll change our minds to new ways of thinking Everyday Should've maybe tried sooner. I look at your eyeline You stare at the floor Now you're looking as tired as the paper on these walls Then I start to remember why you came Can't ignore all the silence and expect me to explain How we change our minds to new ways of thinking Everyday How if I gave you too much you'd drown. How the longest line, cast while I was sinking Ended me Should've reeled me in sooner. What if it was now a sound? Would you play it back? To deafen yourself and then just disappear Would you play it? It's all packed but you never sent Neatly sealed, perfectly addressed. 'The one who's living in hot water' It's the vigour which you dismiss, Thoughts that hide behind silent lips. Always wading through hot water. Take the covers off of me Who drew the line? A steady hand, a steady hand I burn up in empty rooms I burn up in empty rooms