Låttexter:
Noah The Whale

There's a boy with his head pressed up to the window Of a bus headed out of town His breath on the glass, he draws with his finger Map of the roads they

Oh, well, the world never seemed bigger Than the summer of '98 Living out in the suburbs Plotting my escape I grew my hair to my shoulder Formed a band

Well, he used to be somebody and now he's someone else Took apart his old life, left it on the shelf Sick of being someone he did not admire Took up all

She looks out her window And the stars don't feel that far away She watches the wind blow Blowing all her problems away But then she'll ask As she cleans

Well, I'm just waiting for my chance to come Just a silhouette against the rising sun Watch the water, watch the sky Count the days as they go by I'm

Well, I have nothing, I have no one I've been so quickly set free And I love nothing, I love no one Are words that you whisper in my mind to someone I

Well, it's four in the morning, things are getting heavy And we both know that it's over but we're both not ready And you're talking like a stranger so

Last night I slept with a stranger for the first time since you've gone Regretfully lying naked I reflect on what I've done Her leg still forced in between

Oh, when I look to the shape of my heart It's separated only by scars that cut in and cut out Oh, and leave me without Oh, a heart that functions at all