Strange Highs, Strange Lows - The Tiny

Strange highs strange lows

Strange lies the sorrows

Strange highs strange lows

Strange ties the shadows to me

I mourn what’s broken

I mourn the friends now gone

For the things I’ve said

For the things that I have done

I bite my lip too hard

Too hard to taste

Too far gone again

Before falling out of place

Strange highs strange lows

Strange lies the sorrows

Strange highs strange lows

Strange ties the shadows to me

We were so busy turning cheeks

We never saw it grow

That slowly rising tainted wall

Already reaching 'cross the floor

Heavy and silent

No breach to find

There’s no reaching around

This wall built from me in kind

Strange highs strange lows

Strange lies the sorrows

Strange highs strange lows

Strange ties the shadows

Strange highs strange lows

Strange lies the sorrows

Strange highs strange lows

Strange ties the shadows to me