Am I the deer?
Am I the headlights?
I know that I can't slow down
Everything fractures in the light
And I stand by watching it turn

And we used to laugh
At the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph
Of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past

Silent screaming
At the ceiling
Wondering when I lost heart
And time's been stealing
All my dreams and
I no longer look the part

And we used to laugh
At the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks

Took a photograph
Of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past

Am I the butcher?
Am I the knife
If I don't know what all this is for?
I used to read myself to death
But I don't see the point anymore

Silent screaming
At the ceiling
Wondering when I lost heart
And time's been stealing
All my dreams and
I no longer look the part

And we used to laugh
At the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph
Of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
On the past

Am I the deer?
Am I the headlights?
I know that I can't slow down