Chris Zurich
nothing around me
Nothing around meâs the same
Nothing around meâs the same
itâs all in my head, this misunderstanding
Nothing around meâs the same
But now I canât tell, if youâre smiling or grinning
the fine line between them is silent suspicion
This time, I donât know
This time, I donât know
itâs one way to peace, but silence is slow
This time, I donât know
Looking back on what used to be
entertainment just you and me
the bottles weâd break
to make eyes with a stranger
entertainment just you and me
but I wanted you here, to play this beside me
but you let those fools come on in here and take
your place