I´m only pretty sure that I can´t take anymore,
Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting for,
When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder,

Is there anything I´m going to miss,
How´s it going to be, When you don´t know me,
How´s it going to be, When you´re sure I´m not there,
How´s it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to about,
How it´s going to be, ´Cause I don´t care,
How´s it going to be,
Where we used to laugh, There´s a shouting match,
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
A silence I can´t ignore,
Like . . The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty,
don´t see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me,
I guess that is how it´s going to be
How´s it going to be
When you don´t know me, any more

How´s it going to be
Want to get myself back in again,
The soft dive of oblivion.
Want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion