ayla

When you're standing at your window in your bathrobe
(Like you do)
(Like you do)
Talking to your mother on your cell phone
(Turning blue)
(You can't move)
She says, "Ayla, are you eating like you're supposed to?"
(Tell the truth, I know you)
You wonder if she knows about the old youth
(That you knew)
(What's the use?)

I wonder if there's more out there
Nothing really feels quite right these days
Ayla, if you hear my voice, promise me you'll stay away
I wonder if there's more out there
Nothing really feels quite right these days
Ayla, if you hear my voice, promise me you'll stay away

When you're staring at the ceiling in your bedroom
(Every night)
(Flickering lights)
Broken bulbs and street lamps that surround you
(Paint you white, seconds at a time)
You face the wall you used to put your back to
(Scatter lines)
(Pass the time)
You feel as though you're trapped inside a vacuum
(Can't be right)
(Is this really life?)

I wonder if there's more out there
Nothing really feels quite right these days
Ayla, if you hear my voice, promise me you'll stay away
I wonder if there's more out there
Nothing really feels quite right these days
Ayla, if you hear my voice, promise me you'll stay away