The last few months of silence
With nothing in between
Sell yourself for a piece of it
Or sit and just recede
Waking up at midnight
With decaying thoughts of sleep
I would sell it off for slumber
But I want you next to me
I don't go outside, no I don't talk that much
I barely use the telephone, conversation's a crutch
Guess I'm out of touch, I'm out of touch
While the year was slowly crawling
Now it's grinding to a stop
Maybe things will turn around soon
Or just fall off from the shock
Waiting for some changes
For the things that never come
I hold my breath and count to ten
Until I'm feeling numb
I don't go outside, no I dont talk that much
I barely use the telephone, conversation's a crutch
Guess I'm out of touch, I'm out of touch
Nothing's all that different
But nothing's quite the same
I'm standing by the window
To see you walk away
See you walk away
See you walk away