Where has the day gone, where is the sun
Who is this person that I have become
Pawn shops bring news, of people dressing up all their 
woundsÂ… their wounds
Toss out your words and breathe in all that we wanted
Love, love, love

Stand in the doorway Â…stare at the sign
Venture to see me Â…better this time

Climb up your walls
there

Contact leads me to over react to all that you said and 
did there
You're coming in, You're comin' in too low
People desperate to find their reasons
Let themselves be beaten
When they're coming in they're coming in too low

low flight, Â…Â…over the water,
low light, means we will disappear right
as we're coming in, we're coming in too low.