You move, to the beat of a different drummer
You prove, that the path I'm on is faulted
As the signs of time exhaust them...
I'm misused, torn apart from the walkin
I miss you for all the hopeless chances
I miss you and the second faithful glances

I can not find your letter, that you sent
So to this consequence I am tethered
But you were in my dreams that you lost along the way
And you were biding time convincing yourself of pain
Make a move and take the breath right out of me
I'm made of proof and distant piers to the sea
And even tides know that nothing good should come from this
And even tides know that nothing good has come from this

Don't move your getting hard to see
Don't speak you could be predecieved
and later on your way back home to me
You may find that I'm the air you needed to breath
But even tides know that nothing good has come from this
Even tides know that nothing good has come from this.

You move to the beat of a different drummer
You prove that the path I'm on is faulted
You keep your money spent, It's your misery solution
You keep your wide eyes bent, It's my chemistry illusion
And that is all
I miss you for all the hopeless chances 
I miss you for the second faithful glances
So don't move, And don't speak...