[male
vocals] (
Soft,
melancholic
piano
chords) (
A
deep,
heavy
sigh)
Yeah.
Wåms
Ñbå.
It’
s
cold
in
here
without
you.
I’
m
sitting
here
staring
at
the
phone
again
Waiting
for
a
light
that
doesn't
wanna
glow
Every
time
I
try
to
say
I’
m
sorry,
dear
You
turn
away
and
tell
me
that
you
gotta
go
I
tell
you
that
it’
s
never
been
about
Molly
I
swear
to
you
that
story’
s
just
a
ghost
But
you’
re
caught
up
in
the
rhythm
of
the
gossip
And
it’
s
the
thing
that
hurts
the
very
most
Oh
Wåms
Ñbå,
why
won’
t
you
hear
my
side?
You’
re
listening
to
shadows
and
the
secrets
that
they
hide
Clara’
s
feeding
you
the
poison,
calling
it
the
truth
And
it’
s
burning
down
the
garden
of
our
youth
I’
m
not
a
meme,
I’
m
just
a
man
who’
s
lost
his
way
Watching
all
our
colors
turning
into
grey
She’
s
whispering
in
corners,
spinning
webs
of
gold
And
you’
re
hanging
on
her
every
single
word
I’
m
standing
in
the
rain,
trying
to
reach
your
hand
But
the
silence
is
the
only
thing
I’
ve
heard
I
never
walked
the
path
that
they
are
painting
now
I
never
gave
my
heart
to
anyone
but
you
But
loyalty
is
fading
in
the
morning
light
Because
you
trust
the
lies
and
not
the
love
we
knew
Oh
Wåms
Ñbå,
why
won’
t
you
hear
my
side?
You’
re
listening
to
shadows
and
the
secrets
that
they
hide
Clara’
s
feeding
you
the
poison,
calling
it
the
truth
And
it’
s
burning
down
the
garden
of
our
youth
I’
m
not
a
meme,
I’
m
just
a
man
who’
s
lost
his
way
Watching
all
our
colors
turning
into
grey
Can
we
go
back
to
the
start,
before
the
noise?
Before
the
friends
came
in
to
break
our
favorite
toys?
I’
m
tired
of
defending
what
I
didn't
do
I’
m
just
tired
of
losing
every
part
of
you
Oh
Wåms
Ñbå,
why
won’
t
you
hear
my
side?
You’
re
listening
to
shadows
and
the
secrets
that
they
hide
Clara’
s
feeding
you
the
poison,
calling
it
the
truth
And
it’
s
burning
down
the
garden
of
our
youth
I’
m
not
a
meme,
I’
m
just
a
man
who’
s
lost
his
way
Watching
all
our
colors
turning
into
grey
I’
m
not
a
meme,
baby.
Just
look
at
me.
Just
look
at
me. (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
melody)
Broken
heart,
and
nothing
left
to
say.