So then, sounds like deciding time
How to renew what you left behind?
Spilling cheap wine and cheap words on the floor
Like it don’t matter

Focus not on these wasted nights
Finding a partner to pine for
Lopsided stories that filled the earth

So we could step between them
Could’ve been a waste of your time
It wasn’t a waste of mine

Cold! Thaw and unfreeze these frozen hours
Through the brick comes
The sound of what could be outside

It passes, then not
A reclusive inebriate stare
When you question: Am I really there?

Focus not on these wasted nights
Impasses and knots
Through the brick comes
The possibility of what could be outside

So then, whispered divisive lines
Prize the sense from the jaws of routine
Through the door, another reason to stay
Tilt the glass and pass me some time

Focus not on these wasted nights
Drowning shadows of the beings we’ve been
Tilt the glass and pass me some time
Could’ve been a waste of your time
It wasn’t a waste of mine

Raise a glass for me
Ghosts don’t speak
Raise a glass for me
Your reasoning’s broken

The Sun, let it set
Your reasoning’s broken
So send me a sight to see