I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore
Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we fighting
for? When I say out loud, I want to get out of this
I wonder, is there anything I'm gonna miss?
* I wonder, 'how's it gonna be, when you don't know me?'
How's it gonna be, when you're sure I'm not there?
How's it gonna be, when there's no one there to talk to?
Between you and me? 'Cause I don't care, how's it gonna
Where we used to laugh, there's a shouting match. Sharp as a thumbnail
scratch. A silence I can't ignore. Like the hammock by the doorway
we spent time in, swing's empty. I don't see lightning like last fall,
when it was always about to hit me
( * )
How's it gonna be when you don't know me anymore
How's it gonna be Wanna get myself back in again
the soft dive of oblivion I wanna taste the salt of your skin
the soft dive of oblivion, oblivion How's it gonna be when you don't know me anymore
How's it gonna be
How's it gonna be...