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