Uneven, unsteady again
Behaviour you cannot defend
It's short-lived, but what gives you the right
To haul me along for the ride?

And in our faceless days, we stumble or float
And in abandoned nights, we're cold and remote

I drift back, disorder sets in I don't seem to learn anything
Where are you and are you with him?
I speak it, but you lock it in

And in our faceless days, we stumble or float
And in abandoned nights, we're cold and remote
I recognise the fear concealed in your ways
Could you believe this low is all that remains?

Broad strokes, old colour returns
Rough ground but still you don't learn
Change up and don't bother with this
Was there something that I missed again?