Sink Low

Powderfinger

Sure is quiet around here
The phone never rings anymore
So i'll wallow in silence
And nail my soul to the floor
'Coz I'm angry
And jealous
And sick and tired of coming true
And I'm lonely
My pride is blue
Love's candle burns slow
If I spread my wings will I ever leave the ground?
All of these painful scenes that drag me down
My wheels turn slow
Love's candle burns low
Now my eyes are dressed in rags
To hide the scars from what I've seen
And my fall from grace would be a lesson to you
If I trade my place
Would it make it better for you?