If the memory is the enemy from now
Then it's always been
I'm all out of dreams
Looking up and down for the reasons not to breathe
I've looked in every cathedral
Where
He reads my mind with his eyes closed
When I fail not to think out loud
I still see you now in every silhouette I meet
Every face I imagine
But I ask them for nothing
Does it count as a moving on?
Or does it make it a problem?
I'm out of all explanations
It's kind of an endless goodbye
I'm sorry you had a bad ride
My lights went off as well
You're kind of an endless goodbye
From the day I met you
Like a face in a crowd you wouldn't talk about
Like the obvious thing never said out loud
You're kind of an endless goodbye
I'm sorry you had a bad ride
My lights went off as well
You're kind of an endless goodbye
From the day I met you
Like a face in a crowd you wouldn't talk about
Like the obvious thing never said out loud