In the grim light I'm searching for your home

I'm seeking out the wisdom of the ages

Trying to wade my way through your uncomfortable silence

Alright, it's not fair to call this silent discomfort yours

It's mine--I'm aware of it, it's in me

But why am I'm stifled by what's not visible

And why don't I know the questions to ask to make it apparent

To bring even my own tensions to the surface

I don't... so my cup becomes halfway filled with fears...

I don't have the strength to hurt anyone anymore

I'm no longer good at love games

I'd rather let it go than fight you to keep it