Tell yourself nothing's happened You feel okay when you're asleep It's the same mistake you keep making You wake alone but you're not free
All you your friends may go but you never feel as bad as when she goes
All the time you were happy It makes the end so hard to take How a voice can fill a room like singing the crooked moon upon her face
but you never feel as bad as when she goes
Some move like they were blinded I knew somehow, I'd have to let it go More from Pernice Brothers