Is it just the time?
Is it really 4:16 a.m.?
Why must I search?
Room all red
Echoes that laugh
And they sing
The Civil Wars
The two that made me question
The two that made me believe
And even they quit
No matter my wish
I'm old enough
Oh, yes
I'm old enough
Old enough to know
Nothing lasts
None of this is real
Dreams are reality
Reality is a dream
Like her
Like all of the hers
She who lit the flame
That lit my spirit
That fueled my fire
Which searched to give
Warmth and all of it
All that I thought
That had a direction
But found none
Because I was...
Not him
And finally
Burned me out
To a cinder of what I was
Yes, her
That one that you're thinking of
The one that isn't real
The one that they sang about
The one that I thought was real
The Civil Wars
Room all red
This room so big
This room so empty
See me so alone
Rewind and repeat
Push play and here I go
Her and her and her
Oh once again
All of them
Their shadows dim
No proof that they were even here
She wasn't here
They were a dream
She was a dream
They weren't real
She wasn't real
She wasn't warm
She didn't feel
And what does it take?
What can make me quit?
What can destroy my beliefs?
It takes seeing to believe
A growing belly
A truck in the driveway
A glowing phone
An emoticon reply
A picture of two smiles
Reading what was
Never said about me
It takes these things
To make me believe
That there was never her
That there was never me
That there was never ever
Anything at all
To ever believe in
That as they sing
That as they say
I've been lonely
Too long
But who are they?
They are gone.
