We can count the times when lovers turn to foes
Like it’s the only thing we know
And when the lights go out, we want to search for all that glows
But in the dark, we battle the lows
We search for the fiction of closure
In an era that’s already over
The skin we’re in gets chilled when the cold wind whistles and blows
But the isolation, it grows
The face we wear as we seek solace in peaceful repose
Is never as true as it shows
We search for the fiction of closure
In an era that’s already over
And I’ll pretend that I can breathe in this very moment
Even knowing that your voice could break the spell
Our truths collide and choke the air of our mutual silence
Holding back the words we’d never tell
We search for the fiction of closure
In an era that’s already over