See The Bar Songtext
if i tried not to laugh

would my illness clear the way

i could pilot an out

these red letter days

cut and paste all this tension
between the ringing phone

screaming into a dead wire:

'please come home to me

don't find a clever way to say goodbye

leaving's a waste of time

hiding behind a front

because i'm nothing without you

we could be rich in laughter

and the silence from keeping up'

what else could keep us tight
if not our emnpty hands

and endless waiting

we could set the bar

be the first

to feel defeat, not defeated

'as long as you're here

i'm fine to find

and not feel so lost inside'