I'll try again but lose in the end. I just can't seem to connect.
'Cause alienation clouds my perception and ruins every new attempt.
It's hard to see clearly when you're crippled with regret
Or staring blankly through a lens of bitter self-contempt.
I just want to be kept safe from the elements outside
Or to be part of a someone else's life, further away from mine.
And when December comes I'll need the warmth of ultraviolet light.
And though I know the clouds don't listen well, I hope they can hear me now.
I'll keep sending messages into the abyss,
Hoping for some kind of response but nothing will come of it.
How does one feel a sense of hope when the storm is yet to come,
Or believe the earth will bring them life when they're always losing someone?
I just want to be kept safe from the elements outside
Or to be part of a someone else's life, further away from mine.
And when December comes I'll need the warmth of ultraviolet light.
And though I know the clouds don't listen well, I hope they can hear me now.
These nights are getting longer as my body grows colder,
And I want shelter from the world
Despite failure to get closer to the comfort of another.
I need it now more than ever, more than ever
Bring me home to a world of your own.
Bring me home.
'Cause alienation clouds my perception and ruins every new attempt.
It's hard to see clearly when you're crippled with regret
Or staring blankly through a lens of bitter self-contempt.
I just want to be kept safe from the elements outside
Or to be part of a someone else's life, further away from mine.
And when December comes I'll need the warmth of ultraviolet light.
And though I know the clouds don't listen well, I hope they can hear me now.
I'll keep sending messages into the abyss,
Hoping for some kind of response but nothing will come of it.
How does one feel a sense of hope when the storm is yet to come,
Or believe the earth will bring them life when they're always losing someone?
I just want to be kept safe from the elements outside
Or to be part of a someone else's life, further away from mine.
And when December comes I'll need the warmth of ultraviolet light.
And though I know the clouds don't listen well, I hope they can hear me now.
These nights are getting longer as my body grows colder,
And I want shelter from the world
Despite failure to get closer to the comfort of another.
I need it now more than ever, more than ever
Bring me home to a world of your own.
Bring me home.