Abject Failure 歌词

Our empty room, our deserted street We intersect, overlap Unacquainted, but not unfamiliar It's tenuous, but not uncomfortable We speak of petty differences, our tongues tied in dialect In this room, it's always night All shadows and darkened alleyways All those songs of alienation and loss more or less add up to this The length of our sentence simply meant that we convinced ourselves that we knew ourselves But I only knew a sleeping body, you an empty bed I knew the cover of a book that neither of us read We knew of the smoke and mirrors, but not the trap doors We both "wake up to an empty night and tears for two"