I think I have been there before I think I have seen this before. This all looks the same They all look the same They all make the same faces, They drive the same cars Drink the same drinks at the same old bars. And I... I've been here before. The clouds move in without a sound. December snow falls and covers the ground. It's cold just like you. They all talk like you. And I see the mouths moving. But I don't hear a sound. The pressure is pressing me into the ground But it's numb... and this isn't real. This bitterness is cold This bitterness is cold This loneliness is old. But I can't do anything. Go anywhere Without you tugging my hair, And I can't see anyone Or anything Without you being there. You play the game You know it's just a game You cut all of their red tape Spent all of your time Singing their songs and remembering their rhymes But you're numb... And you're not far for real December