Count all the half written pages
Stranger than fiction, life reads
Each empty page is a process
Fill in each gap with things we don't perceive as good
We're stuck in this single state of mind
Just to last through the winter
Have some faith in me
I need this now, more than ever
You stare straight ahead out the window
The faces passing by look all the same (will find you)
Feeling so small and so hollow
But every single shoulder bears the same weight of life
We're stuck in this single state of mind
Just to last through the winter time
A single fire lit to keep us warm
But there's got to be more
So let's not pretend that everything is fine
When she's the only one to give this head some peace of mind