I burn up in empty rooms and stare down hallways
And the light still finds the peels in the painting
Everyday
We've been spending too long inside
And we'll change our minds to new ways of thinking
Everyday
Should've maybe tried sooner

I look at your eye line
You stare at the floor
Now you're looking as tired as the paper on these walls
Then I start to remember why you came
Can't ignore all the silence and expect me to explain

How we change our minds to new ways of thinking
Everyday
How if I gave you too much you'd drown
How the longest line, cast while I was sinking
Ended me
Should've reeled me in sooner

What if it was now a sound?
Would you play it back?
To deafen yourself and then just disappear
Would you play it?

It's all packed but you never sent
Neatly sealed, perfectly addressed
'The one who's living in hot water'

It's the vigour which you dismiss
Thoughts that hide behind silent lips
Always wading through hot water

Take the covers off of me

Who drew the line?
A steady hand, a steady hand
I burn up in empty rooms
I burn up in empty rooms