He's got a habit
Of losing control of his sanity
Of changing the shape of reality
When she's gone

She's got a job
But not like the ones in the magazines
It's one where the people are really mean
If not scared

All the time
That you're gone she said
I'm shamelessly wasting away
Fill the dark
With your breath
And stay here (stay here)

She's got a penchant
The changing the shade of her indigo
The bleaching the place where the water flows
In time

He's got a feeling
Like the sun on the back of the movie screen
Like cards crashing down in the wettest dreams
Of her

All the time that you're gone he said
I shamelessly wish you were here
Fill the dark
With my breath
And I'd say...

That the waves that I feel from you now
Run deeper than I've ever known them
Some people sink when they drown
But we stand the distance of oceans
We stand the distance of oceans (X 5)
Of oceans