Every winter I melt into paraffin skies
to beat the boredom, escape the ennui in your eyes
If I could help it, I’d stay in your arms
stop second guessing the goal of your charms
If I could, then I would
But I’m already gone
Such demon clockwork, the spring brings me back to your door
like sirens calling some eager young sailors to shore
and it’s not healthy, this call and response
but i’ll still give you whatever you want
i may be here but my mind,
it’s already gone
We’re tearin’ apart all that remains
but don’t let it get you down
I’m losing patience and soon I’ll be getting the itch
Love isn’t falling, it’s digging one hell of a ditch
Put down your shovel, I’m tired of this
can’t build a future inside an abyss
Well, you can stay if you want
I’m already gone