Nothing Left
Waking up to an empty room
The walls are caved in
Anger knocking at your door
The patience worn thin
Still hiding
Never thought we'd sink this low
Dividing
Never knowing where to go
When the passion's there but watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
And the quiet deafens me to death
Until we know there's nothing left
I've been isolated in this place
Can't go through this again
Though it's home you know I don't feel safe
Right back to where I've been
To where it all began
Still hiding
Never thought we'd sink this low
Dividing
Never knowing where to go
And suddenly I don't know
When the passion's there but watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
And the quiet deafens me to death
Until we know there's nothing left
When the passion's there
But watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
But I know there's fire in my chest
I wonder if there's something left
We must be cursed
It's not too little too late we aren't here by mistake
This can't get worse
It's not too little too late a twisted version of fate
When the passion's there but watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
And the quiet deafens me to death
Until we know there's nothing left
Until we can breathe again
Until we know there's nothing left
Until we can breathe again
Until we know there's nothing left
The walls are caved in
Anger knocking at your door
The patience worn thin
Still hiding
Never thought we'd sink this low
Dividing
Never knowing where to go
When the passion's there but watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
And the quiet deafens me to death
Until we know there's nothing left
I've been isolated in this place
Can't go through this again
Though it's home you know I don't feel safe
Right back to where I've been
To where it all began
Still hiding
Never thought we'd sink this low
Dividing
Never knowing where to go
And suddenly I don't know
When the passion's there but watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
And the quiet deafens me to death
Until we know there's nothing left
When the passion's there
But watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
But I know there's fire in my chest
I wonder if there's something left
We must be cursed
It's not too little too late we aren't here by mistake
This can't get worse
It's not too little too late a twisted version of fate
When the passion's there but watered down
It's like the music lost its sound
And the quiet deafens me to death
Until we know there's nothing left
Until we can breathe again
Until we know there's nothing left
Until we can breathe again
Until we know there's nothing left
Credits
Writer(s): Marina Heath, Douglas Jokerst, Nicholas Giambruno, Paul Grossman
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