Are you sleeping?
Can you hear me?
Are you dreaming?

I'm confessing, reassessing
What this all could mean
All the strangeness
I can't change this
What will be, will be

I don't remember who I was
Withered away with wander lust
I don't think I knew happiness
Until this, until this, until this.

All love's questions, misconceptions
Let me write them down
In a letter, sealed forever
Where they can't be found

I don't remember who I was
Withered away with wander lust
I don't think I knew happiness
Until this, until this, until this.

Until this is something that I'd thought I'd missed
Until this, until this
Bruised and busted
Stained and rusted
Hopeless, until this