Haven't had the bottom fall in such a long time
Staring out this window; the outside looks a little grayer than it has been
Haven't had the curtain fall in such a long time
All this time here waiting; tomorrow's another day of coming up short again

Your most beautiful disguise
So clever; I should try it sometime
Underneath, your tired eyes
The tears you brought all dry
I wish, if only for a while
You could see things through my eyes

This seems like a distant success
I would fight for the chance, but I've seen them kill for less than all this
My arms are tired of throwing my hands; this place empty
Giving up on me
Giving up to you