Comforting Sounds - Birdy

I don’t feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make

I don’t feel alright because you make promises that you break

Into your house, why don’t we share our solitude?

Nothing is pure anymore but solitude

It’s hard to make sense, feels as if I’m sensing you through a lens

If someone else comes, I’ll just sit here listening to the drums

Previously I never called it solitude

And probably you know all the dirty shows I’ve put on

Blunted and exhausted like anyone

Honestly I tried to avoid it.

Honestly

Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything