We were living inside
But the winter followed me
Formed a pattern from a single line
Now I'm repeating everything

If this is what we all were waiting for
To trace it back to places we have known
And after thirteen years it was ignored
So we forgot what it was like to be alone

We were sleeping inside
Your house for several weeks
On a mattress, side by side
Though we would never speak

If this is what we all were waiting for
To trace it back to places we have known
And after thirteen years it was ignored
So we forgot what it was like to be alone

Can you still feel the pull?
Can you?