Writing on the wall
Tales of a familiar thing
While we thought we fed the soul
We ignored the hunger deep within
We made it feel like a vacation
Countless [?] bright by candle light
When the lights finally faded
We knew something wasn't right

Because this comfortable kitchen does not
Lay with me when I am lost
And these endless shells of books
Don't know the recipe
On how to love you
How to love you

Eight design of chairs
For the day of a party never thrown
Though Everything was there
I never felt more alone
Celebration babe we made it
All we're left with is the urge to leave
I made a cake of all the places
So I wonder if you like a peace

Because these comfortable piles of stuff
Represent how it was never enough
Though I tried I tried to see it through
I only saw how, we became fools for comfort
We became fools for comfort
We became fools for comfort
We became fools for comfort

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