White wine in the evening
Bright lights on the scene
Wild eyes with a meaning
Night time, heavy breathing
Getting f*cked up for the feeling
And the phobia of dreaming
The space between the seasons
A prettier face than I believed in
I see in the stage, I saw your grieving
All of these moments you left with me
I can't move on the way you do
Can't quite lose
The things that make me think of you
Needles and a razor
Faith in euthanasia (ooh)
Suicide as a savior
Crucified as a martyr with a stranger for a father
And the guilt you're left to harbor
The way that it feels the morning after (the way it feels, the way it feels)
The eye of a natural disaster
The layer of shame behind your laughter
All of these moments you left with me
I can't move on the way you do
Can't quite lose
The things that make me think of you
I can't move on the way you do
I don't wanna stay but I can't quite lose
The things that make me think of you