It's breaking up, the signal's distorted
I'm losing touch relationships aborted
All that's left's a broken reciever
The note you sent was addressed to the reader
The echo's back, my own voice repeating
A subtle plea lets you know I'm breathing
I'm an introvert want no walls around me
Need oxygen, and now I am gasping
Kept my ear to the ground, and watched every movement
With objective eyes, I know every arrangement
The mystery is why you're appealing
and It's too much, this desire I'm feeling

Chorus:
And I waste all of my time
Painting this picture
On a canvas in my mind
Inspiration is fleeting
It's coming back I relocated the beacon
I re-read the note and lost all illusion
It's a shallow thing, what I found left there
What I've pined, has no need to be here
Chorus:
And I waste all of my time
Painting this picture
On a canvas in my mind
Inspiration is fleeting