Lyrics
Sleeping
In a van in Paris alone in the dead of winter
Two-thousand and twelve
And I can't help thinking how this could've been
Dreaming
Of these bitter pills and cold disappointments
And I want you to know
All the years that you choked I ain't letting go
Always something to be crying over, tearing us down
I can't remember
Hearing that you're making a sound
The battles that you wage in the quiet now
Are so familiar
Drinking
In an unfamiliar town close to midnight
Two-thousand and twelve
What a year this could've been if things were different
Now I'm sat here thinking of all the plans we should've made
But you've long since burned your bridges since you went away
Casting all your doubts in Geneva
And there ain't no turning back now
And I think I'll make this obvious
If it's alright
I'm losing confidence in this
And it's all we talk about
How your words keep wearing us out