On Returning Letra

I'm mesmerized. It's not my fault, I'm living life through a windshield. Is everything the same way? I'm writing this down, edit my thoughts again. Is everything the same way? Hear you quietly fade. See you. Is everything all right? Is everything the same way? Hear you quietly fade. Show some way. Is everything the same way? If there's a chance you'll see, fading right across your feet. It rolls right off the tongue. How can so many words be speaking clearly? Just call. It's not a safe bet anymore.