To the cold and glass and pain
Cutting back on everything
Sentence scraps the paper
Could not be there to you
And built-in conversation
I won't do what they tell me
Tunneled all the pine trees
Still play a wasting game
I was looking for an answer
I would never find in you
I was looking for an answer
I'm going, I'm going away
I was looking for an answer
I would never find in you
What a stupid thing to do