Your House, Last Sunday Songtext
von HONEYMOAN

Different planets, different language, I can′t stand it
How many ways are there to say I am on the other side of
This fictitious same grand canyon
Filled with silence heavy hearted, heavy handed

You make me
You make me lonely
Lonely
What's there to
What′s to console me
Hold me


Building bridges from our wishes won't withstand it
Once again I am reminded lower expectations
Why does feeling hopeful feel like punishment for loving
I think this ones much too great for overcoming

You make me
You make me lonely
Lonely
What's there to
What′s to console me
Hold me

On and on and on
My worst nightmare starts to look a lot like me
What′s wrong what's wrong
Too many to count and in a state of disbelief

We′re here right now
We're here right now, right now
And that′s gotta count for something somehow