Turn Off The Fan
If We′re To Get To Sleep Tonight
Stop Me If I StartConsidering Everything I Might

Now That We're Old Enough To Break What We Don′t Touch
If It's Not Clear
I'm Still Here
Things Have Not Changed
Or Maybe What I Mean To Say
This Change Is Hard To See
In What We′re Seeing Everyday

You Look The Same, You Look So Good I Can′t Explain
But If It's Not Clear
I′m Still Here

Oh My I Cannot Believe The Time
Someone Heard It'd Take An Hour But, How Could That Be Right
Oh There, I′ve Adjusted To The Air
Why Should I Explain It I Just Don't Think That Its Fair
Oh God Now I′m Here Until I'm Not
I Bet No One Sees It
I Never Learned To Brush It Off