just before you woke this morning i held you in my arms
and wondered if today would be the day
i needed to be close enough to wish a second chance
but inside i knew all i could do was prey

pray it goes away
and pray it goes away
the fact that it's not working anymore

i lie awake and think about the depths that i have gone
adjusting my perspective and my ways
we pulled at everything we were until it came undone
and i find myself without much to say
i find myself without much more to say
i find myself without much more to say
and so i pray

pray it goes away
i pray it goes away
the fact that it's not working anymore

so this is where i'm set to be
a mime on the sidewalk
of cold illusion's imagery
i can't talk about it
i can't talk about it so i pray

pray it goes away
i pray it goes away
the fact that it's not working anymore