The Long Road to Zurich

Sleeping
 In a van in Paris alone in the dead of winter
 Two-thousand and twelve
 And I can't help thinking how this could've been
 Dreaming
 Of these bitter pills and cold disappointments
 And I want you to know
 All the years that you choked I ain't letting go
 Always something to be crying over, tearing us down
 I can't remember
 Hearing that you're making a sound
 The battles that you wage in the quiet now
 Are so familiar
 Drinking
 In an unfamiliar town close to midnight
 Two-thousand and twelve
 What a year this could've been if things were different
 Now I'm sat here thinking of all the plans we should've made
 But you've long since burned your bridges since you went away
 Casting all your doubts in Geneva
 And there ain't no turning back now
 And I think I'll make this obvious
 If it's alright
 I'm losing confidence in this
 And it's all we talk about
 How your words keep wearing us out