Carolyn was one of the quiet sort
No one ever cared for what she'd done
Sat next to her
for years long
Never understood who she really was
Looking back,
looking back,
I think we missed out
What's so much, so much to learn about?
Each hour of lonely waiting,
you're the back spinning of your heart
Every time there's another getaway, you see
Whilst we had to digest lessons about how to be better than others
Yet I feel alone
in the middle of this crowd Together every day,
yet so foreign
Yet so foreign
Yet so foreign
Did you ever wonder what the answers were?
To all the questions that we didn't dare ask?
Each hour of lonely waiting,
you're the back spinning of your heart
Every time there's another getaway,
you see Each hour of thirst
Each hour of thirst