Besedila: Sinch. Clearing the Channel. Hydroplane.

It seems like you've always known exactly what to say
And meanwhile I never know what to do with myself when I get this way
So I'm walking on, take comfort in all the nights we shared
I guess I'm walking on 'cause there's nothing left inside of me that cares

I'm sorry that I can't deny, feelings that I've put aside
And I've wasted my time for so long so tell me how could this go up
In flames when I've been awaiting the return of blood

It seems like you've always known things would turn out this way
Sometimes you never know what can happen on any given day
It seems like you've always known things would turn out this way