Žodžiai dainai: New Atlantic. What It's Like To Feel Small.

Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.



I'm barely awake with barely enough blood in my veins

to call you back and tell you tomorrow's not worth waking up

You're never alone, you're never important to yourself

Couldn't be more in love, or be more apart when you are waking up



Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.



Driving north, I'll call you when we get past New York

It's hard enough

It's hard to be alone when we're this close to home



Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.



You've never been gone.

You've never been gone this long.



Holding back, I'll see you when the next few days pass through us like ghosts that keep us even farther from home.



We'll fall asleep knowing all the people we meet

will dissolve when home reminds us what it's like to feel small.