It's that quiet kind of failure It's a trickle down the drain It's your confidence that's slipping And it's driving you insane Wishing for some leverage Instead of making an appeal For a little more insisting I bet that's how most people feel Have you woken to a field of snow? It's a slow-motion disaster But it's nothing you can hear It robbed you of your sightline And it only brought you tears Said a man my father's age He was lucky to be there At the end of working days So our troubles weren't his cares Have you woken to a field of snow? Looking up into a colder blue It's that quiet kind of failure But it's nothing you can hear When you say that you're on empty I know that it's sincere There's a sign outside your house now Though you've been here all these years They come to change your locks out But you've been here all these years You've been here all these years You've been here all these years Been here all these years Been here all these years I see the difference now Looking up into a colder blue I see the difference now Like I've woken to a field of snow External linksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
