Haven't had the bottom fall in such a long time    Staring out this window; the outside looks a little grayer than it has been    Haven't had the curtain fall in such a long time    All this time here waiting; tomorrow's another day of coming up short again       Your most beautiful disguise    So clever; I should try it sometime    Underneath, your tired eyes    The tears you brought all dry    I wish, if only for a while    You could see things through my eyes       This seems like a distant success    I would fight for the chance, but I've seen them kill for less than all this    My arms are tired of throwing my hands; this place empty    Giving up on me    Giving up to you