
of all the lies, 'i love you' was my favorite
and then there is me, always waiting for you

you are not who you were yesterday
you are not who you were yesterday

this doesn't feel like home anymore
never fall for nostalgia

still here, but not really
still here, but not really

alone with your thoughts
still here, but not really

you will never know how much i liked you
my heart is an archive of things i've loved

choking on words i can't speak
i keep writing letters i'll never send

Gentle
Balance

nightlight
nights in grampians

Nomad
Ethereal