So quiet
Another wasted night,
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale,
Another wasted breath,
Again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired,
Cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch; out of time.

Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
'Cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch; are we out of time?

Close lipped,
Another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion.
Your grip
Another time, is slack.
It leaves me feeling empty.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired,
'Cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch; out of time.

Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
'Cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch; are we out of time?

I'll wait until tomorrow;
Maybe you'll feel better then.
Maybe we'll be better then.

So what's another day,
When I can't bear these nights of thoughts
Of going on without you?

This mood of yours is temporary;
It seems worth the wait
To see your smile again.

Out of the corner of my eye
Won't be the only way you're looking at me then.

So quiet
Another wasted night,
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale,
Another wasted breath,
Again it goes unnoticed. Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER ANDREW CARRABBA
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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