I am sick to my gut, my face down in a rut,
what do you know about that?
And I feel warm, out of key,
I feell something's pulling me,
I'm likely to rise from you

And I hear your words,
And I see your face, yeah
And these shallow words,
Filling your place, yeah

Oh we've got someone
Without something new to talk about,
We've written the script so many times
Oh you said you loved me once,
Does that hold anything now?

And I hear your lines
Messing your face
And these shallow words
Filling your place, yeah

And you move so slowly
Move so slowly...