i lived my life alone before you
and with those that i’d never succeed into love
and i grew so accustomed to that kind of solitude
ah, for you i did not know how to give it up
before you, had i ever known love
or had i only not miss you, so the power another had over me
the power another had over me

i’d cross the country and i’d carry no key
couldn’t i look up at the stars from anywhere?
and sometimes i did, i felt ancient
but still i saw peace, and it never came to me
they often spoke as though i had been set free
but i traveled only service of my dreams
i stood before them all, i was a sleepwalker

couldn’t hold my misery down
not even for you
bow me on all the places i’ve ever gone
and i grew so accustomed to that kind of solitude
with that long for you now
even when you just leave the room

and all of the roads and the cities that i past through
and all the eyes i have searched inside
the one sense of permanence that i came to feel
was mine only would need
your gaze