Tell Me Whatcha Missin’

We fell on the end of this
A taste of forgetfulness
I’m stuck with the dreams of it
Was left with the disconnect
We fell on the end of this

I can feel it in the air, cold
No escaping it won’t let go, it’s home
I can feel it in my bones
Another voice in the echo

This talk of a better world makes us hate this one
This talk of a better world leaves us at the end of it
At the end of it

They’re reaching out to show you, a means to an end
Always waiting to be, in control again
We fell on the end of this
Was left with the disconnect
We fell on the end of this

I can feel it in the air, cold
No escaping it won’t let go, it’s home
I can feel it in my bones
Another voice in the echo

Disconnect to start again
Distant voices say, to start again
Disconnect to start again
Distant voices say, to start again