He cloaks his tears, disguises his fears, the man he was has disappeared
He sleeps alone, his restless mind is overgrown, some use to call him father
Seven years since he held his son, time is the cruelest thing
But his ex-wife has found her new life, now he drinks away his future longing for a broken pass
But he knows the only one to blame is him
We say too much, we don't listen
Is this all we are?
We drink too much, we don't do enough
Until it's too late
She is too polite and out of sight, they walk all over her
She prays all night, her hands pressed so tight, comfort in a blind faith
It's been five years since anyone touched her, touched her with her consent
She's too scared to live her life
She's too scared to make mistakes she'd probably regret so she just hides
But the only person she's hiding from is her
We say too much, we don't listen
Is this is all we are?
We drink too much, we don't do enough
Is this all we are?
Is this all we are?
Is this all we are?
Is this all we are?
Is this all we are?