Here we are with burning skin
And dead in days of dreaming
We can't see past our own sad stories And wonder what we're missing We can't see past our own sad stories
But did there ever come a time When things weren't so defined? To our hopes and our pain But love just gets harder to find
We wrestle with what we think we should say And hang ourselves out in the air That we're just pretending to care
We can't see past our own sad stories And wonder what we're missing We can't see past our own sad stories
We can't see past our own sad stories And wonder what we're doing We can't see past our own sad stories And forget who it is we're fooling
Well, here we are with burning skin