this road is broken in two ways and i don't know which way to take to meet you there   what was found cannot be lost, a windows pain covered in frost and you don't care   and whose bed is too cold, and who wakes up alone      in time you might find, in time       this broken path was straddled by a dewy past of cloudy nights that we can share   the windows pain with frost is gone, its broken path just lingers on a silent stare   and whose bed is too cold, and who wakes up alone      in time i might try, in time      and everything that you worked for is not them   and everything that you dreamin' for is not them   and everything that you reachin' for is not them   that you want      everything that you're workin' for is not them   and everything that you're reachin' for is not them   and everything that you're dreamin' for is not them, that you want      and everything that you thought you had is not them   and everything that you thought you knew is not them   and everything that you thought you loved is not them, that you want