Music: Danielle Cara Cipriano
No, this isn’t what we pictured when they said that we should go home
If, we loosen up our grip held on the past does that mean the end is close?
But I can’t breathe like this, woah
When can we call it quits, woah, aooh
I gotta let it all out
But I can’t stay warm, woah
Their touch is stone cold, woah, aooh
I really needa get out
But I can’t
No
Now, the birds just sing in sirens that play on even when it's late at night
Cuz where it came from don’t make sense
And its start don’t match its ends
But time will hold us till we can meet again
But I can’t breathe like this, woah
When can we call it quits, woah, aooh
I gotta let it all out
But I can’t
No