[ Verse 1 ]

Now through the blanket fog

Now through the city

Now comes the point of exasperation

Now dead on the long rides out

Now such a pity

Now comes the point where the reckoning began

I can't pretend I don't reach out

Abroad on tour too sore to shout

I sleep in the isle, drift in and doubt

This loneliness eats my insides out

[ Chorus ]

Oh too tactile for comfort, dejection can be

We lie alone in crowded rooms even

The reds and the greens in the melancholy

Paint a selfish life that was not meant for me

[ Verse 2 ]

How have I let this happen?

How did I not see?

How did the rain drip through closed windows?

How far did you let him go

How far out at sea?

How sad, my life is just my bag of clothes

I'm sick of the seconds, I'm sick of the hours

I was never this way, not before the drought

I tell myself some days I'm better without

When I lay down to sleep at night it's all I think about

[ Chorus ]

Oh too tactile for comfort, dejection can be

We lie alone in crowded rooms even

The reds and the greens in the melancholy

Paint a selfish life that was not meant for me

[ Outro ]

But to feel your bones beside my bones

I would feel less alone

But to feel your bones beside my bones

I would feel less alone

But to feel your bones beside my bones

I would feel less alone

But to feel your bones beside my bones

I would feel less alone

Though when no one's left, when nowhere is home

We live and die alone