The Adolescents
sanctuary the high coast of misery
Moving forward, hoping to free
Loosen the tension between you and me.
Stacking up one brick at a time
A wall between us that we couldnât climb.
No second thoughts our indecision
Was being alone, not being alone.
Take a look inside this house,
No oneâs home.
We started digging, digging a well.
We built a place for sorrow to dwell.
An empty place for tears uncried,
A hollow place where tears run dry.
No second thoughts our indecision
Was being alone, not being alone.
Take a look inside this house,
No oneâs home.
We have a separate peace
This hollow space
Being alone, not being alone.
But itâs so dark inside this place
That I canât see your face.