Stretched out, second floor
I watch the ceiling turn from blue to white
Shallow breaths, early morn
I loved you when we were young
Here it is, the coming storm
There is no calm before it
It gradually breaks until you are drenched
And you can't keep warm
Watch for signs all day
Breath of smoke, I await
You know, you know
Pack the bag, down the stairs
With your excuses made for yourself
But you can't find the courage to leave this place
That you've known your whole life
Watch for signs all day
Breath of smoke, I await
You know, you know