She's clinging to his habit
'cause she's afraid of growing old
He's clinging to her habit
'cause he's afraid he'll be alone

Fields full of dead birds
The trees are diseased
Fragments of wasted youth
Vomit and tears

He's clinging to the bottle
'cause he's afraid he'll face the cold
She's clinging to the bottle
'cause she's in love with the blue dogs

Fields full of dead birds
The trees are diseased
Fragments of wasted youth
Vomit and tears
Watered down metaphors
The calm and the storm
A mind once so beautiful
trapped in a box
forever
Forever
Fragments of wasted youth
Vomit and tears
Forever
Forever
Watered down metaphors
The calm and the storm