Grow Apart Songtext
von Sam Wrangle

For a while we were aligned
For a couple of years I guess

This is what occurs when our decisions
Dictate our ends

I′m quiet more often at the end of our conversations
I'm quiet more often and I′m fill of deliberation

In the meantime I appear to flourish
When it's my choice to nourish
A locus of control
A locus of control


I'm quiet more often at the end of an invitation
I′m quiet more often and I′m full of deliberation

Grow apart
Well it's a start
And is this true?

Grow apart
This is my only issue...

We′ve nothing in common no more
Nothing in common no more
Nothing in common no more
Nothing in common no more
Nothing in common...