No, this isn't what we pictured
When they said that we should go home
If we loosen up our grip held on the past
Does that mean the end is close?

But I can't breathe like this, woah
When can we call it quits
Woah, ooh, I gotta let it all out
But I can't stay warm, woah
Their touch is stone-cold
Woah, ooh, I really needa get out, but I can't

(No)

Now, the birds just sing in sirens that play on even when it's late at night
'Cause where it came from don't make sense
And its start don't match its ends
But time will hold us till we can meet again

But I can't breathe like this, woah
When can we call it quits
Woah, ooh, I gotta let it all out

(No)