the candle in the corner is burning down to nothing
my attention is flickering from the flame to the clock
they dance in sync, the second hand and the fire

but who cares?
my mind is filled with better things.
i want to leave here, i want to be with you.

everything tastes stale and recycled, i need some fresh air
my fingers keep making their way to the phone
i need to hear your voice and make sure you're real
i need to leave this place so that i can feel again
i want to leave here, to be with you.

everything is colder when you leave
the wind starts again to shake the trees
my mind wonders while my limbs freeze
i just need those warm fingers in mine again
i want to leave here, to be with you.