Step down from the missing stair
And sit up in the empty chair
An illusion of influence
Painted on the ceiling

It’s not like you were ever there
Sick hearts for a healthy prayer
Could it be so obvious
It’s so unappealing

Up to the waiting room
I know we never had time
To say goodbye

The flowers never bloom
When it’s the vase that decides
We’re inside

And now it’s closing in

Take the lift to the basement
Where they call it enslavement
Don’t tell me to be patient

Always looking for something
Why can’t it just be one thing
Nothing more than an upswing
I'm swinging up

Hide the note in the corner
Maybe it’ll be warmer
When the Sun comes I’ll warn her

Thirty days till eleven
I never learned my lesson
And I’ll see you fluorescent

A trial inside the tomb
All for the turn of the tides
We’re inside

The flowers never bloom
When it’s the vase that decides
We’re inside

Up to the waiting room
I know we never had