The stillness here, like what he sometimes finds inside her, hits so hard it can steal your breath forever He sometimes wonders is the sum of their lives together him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters
These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling and he's falling for the pleasure of pretending that she's sitting by the window waiting for him to come calling
If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours we'd sit on the point and watch the sun continually flounder Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power and connect with those days back before all of this went sour
'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling and I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending that you're sitting by the window waiting for me to come calling
Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper and with the last of the sun you can feel the approach of the winter Now is the time of each day that I Desperately miss her I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her
So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling and you're falling for the pleasure of pretending that I'm sitting by the window waiting for you to come calling
