Each to our own   Wounded disillusion      Just close enough   To notice to the absence   Of our trust, our confusion      Oh how stoic we are   As though it were far   As though it all just vanished      Oh how humble we are   As though we surrendered      I can point to the wreck   The place where it went down   The point of our greatest let-down      Still I have some regret   That we chose to shut down   That we let ourselves down      Now they pick through our things   The fragments we left there   They had to go somewhere      Now they pick through our things   That we had no use for   We didn't know how to use them      I wanted you to be happy   I won't say a word      Each to our own feeling isn't bone         These feelings won't hold us up   They won't be remembered   They won't hold our names forever      Oh how brilliant we were   Never to doubt   Not to regret our decisions      Oh how simple we were   To act without thinking      I wanted you to be happy   I won't say a word