It's that quiet kind of failure
It's a trickle down the drain
It's your confidence that's slipping
And it's driving you insane
Wishing for some leverage
Than of making an appeal
For a little more insisting
I bet that's how most people feel

Have you woken to a field of snow?
It's a slow-motion disaster
But it's nothing you can hear
It robbed you of your sightline
And it only brought you tears
Said a man my father's age
He was lucky to be there
At the end of working days
So our troubles weren't his cares

Have you woken to a field of snow?
Looking up into a colder blue

It's that quiet kind of failure
But it's nothing you can hear
When you say that you're on empty
I know that it's sincere
There's a sign outside your house now
Though you've been here all these years
They come to change your locks out
But you've been here all these years
You've been here all these years
You've been here all these years
Been here all these years
Been here all these years
I see the difference now
Looking up into a colder blue
I see the difference now
Like I've woken to a field of snow