If they dropped the bomb
  Would you love me then
  If I was wrong
  Would it be okay
  Well I can see holes in everyone
  A change of season
    If I found a way
  To make amends
  Would you say I was too late
  Well I can find
  The holes on anyone
  A change of season
  A change of season
    I feel like I'm losing for money
  I feel like I'm losing for free
  I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
    I feel like we're drinking and driving
  I feel like we're running into walls
  I feel like swimming in your apathy
  You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls
    If they made me crawl
  Would you love me then
  If I was small
  Would it be okay
  Well I can see
  The need in everyone
  A change of season
  A change of season
    I feel like I'm losing for money
  I feel like I'm losing for free
  I feel older than the dead angel on my shoulder claims to be
    I feel like we're drinking and driving
  I feel like we're running into walls
  I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody
  For miles and miles, miles
    I feel like somebody's missing
  I feel like somebody's missing
  I think somebody's missing