Žodžiai dainai: Vast. Here.

Where do I put the shame?
It feels like a broken toy
I can't play with anymore.
Where do I put the hate
to a pixilated screen?
I can't watch anymore.
All I know is that
I'm here drifting
somewhere in the vast
somewhere in the eternity,
and I never want to leave.
Where do I put the books?
There's so many I could read,
but they are all filled with lies.
Where do I put the lies?
There's so many I could say,
but it seems they're in the books.
I have faith that you're out there, living high
up in the vast,
somewhere in eternity,
and you're never going to leave.
Have I been telling
lies to myself?
Hold me now. You know,
I am so afraid to be at all.
Have I been telling lies to myself?
Hold me now. You know,
I am so afraid to love at all
Where do I put the love?
Where do I put the love?