All the plants inside my house are dead
But so are all the voices in my head
So I guess that it's alright
All the cars have emptied off the street
The traffic lights inside my mind are green
And I hope I don't hit a red one
I'm getting closer
Time's getting shorter
I wanna hold you again
Washing dishes just to watch them dry
Paper planes are soaring through my skies
And at this point I've gotta try
I'm getting closer
Time's getting shorter
I wanna hold you again
I'm getting closer
Time's getting shorter
I'm getting closer
Time's getting shorter
I wanna hold you again
