This is the distance
These are the memories
This is the history
Of all the love lost in between
It's four a.m., this is bad T.V
This is the sound of my hotel
So I try to breath
I try to breath

Those were not the perfect moments
Those were seductive streets
This is desire of fulfilling its recovery
It's not the curious hours
It's not the drifting nights
This is not the truth of a deception
Of a silent cry

This is all I have to live for
This is all I have to live
This is all I have to live for
This is all I have to live

Here lay the images
Here lay the history
This is the nowhere
You once wrote
That we should try to meet
That was six p.m., that was 12 years past
It's in my head, it's all I have
It's all I have

This is the distance
These are the memories
This is the history
Of all the love lost in between
It's four a.m., this is bad T.V
This is the sound of my hotel
So I try to breath
I try to breath