"Your House, Last Sunday" lyrics

Different planets, different language, I can't stand it
How many ways are there to say I'm on the other side of
This fictitious same grand canyon
Filled with silence heavy hearted and heavy handed

You make me
You make me lonely
Lonely
What's there to
What's to console me
Hold me

Building bridges from our wishes won't withstand it
Once again I am reminded lower expectations
Why does feeling hopeful feel like punishment for loving
I think this one's much too great for overcoming

You make me
You make me lonely
Lonely
What's there to
What's to console me
Hold me

On and on and on
My worst nightmare starts to look a lot like me
What's wrong what's wrong
Too many to count and in a state of disbelief
We here right now
We're here right now
Right now
And that's gotta count for something somehow