Come nine o'clock, walk through that door.
I'm swinging hammers, knocking dirt onto the floor.
And I'd be crazy to think that love could find me back here.
I'd sing to you a song if I thought you could hear.
So I crush and I smash anything that makes me think of summers past, 'cause I am stuck in this hole, alone and longing for blood.
And it's been far too long since my eyes have seen the sad and setting sun.
This conversation isn't love.
God knows I don't want to use your minutes up.
And this distance between us grows further each day.
Even when you're here, you're miles away.
So I sweat and I break.
This is commitment for commitment's sake.
I rise holy with the sun as she washes me clean from my sins.
But in a few short hours, I'll be on my way to bathe in them again.
Every night, we watch our love slip from us.