The Broderıck - Low Sky

I'll hold my breath as I drive past that street,

I'll close my eyes and wish you here with me.

How I hate the loveless stares. I would resent me too when you talk that
way and make yourself feel anything. And when you walk (that way) with the
weight of the world holding on to what's lost, you can talk that way and
make yourself feel anything.

We will talk, pretend and reflect. Of course you can't go through another
night like this. Erase and self-destruct, make everything ok. When your voice changes like that and your face goes blank. I can talk that way and
make myself feel anything.
We will talk, pretend and reflect. Of course you can't go through another
night like this.

Just forlorn creatures, overcome by the dread of lonesomeness.
Made from fear and circumstance
Are you hopeful now?
Held by fear and circumstance
Are you hopeful now?