Songtext von Xanthology

She pounds out a frantic pulse We count up all the baseless laws to get by But she's grown She's grown so cold and left between Haunted by what might have been In a different life Surrounded by what never was In life alone We feel these claws upon us We're so alone Rejection desiccates these eyes The dawn strips the shapes to gray The destitute resign that way Just the same They'll never be the same But now she's miles away from those involved