Second To Numb - Kings Of Convenience

He won’t touch you anymore

Staying at his side

Half indifferent, half afraid

It will only make you cry

What is given can’t be returned

The cards are in our hands

All that is living can be hurt

And that’s the end of innocence

Second round found you beating death

The miracle of life

Once each of you caught your breath

A question simmers inside

How far away from being in

Can there be stated of love?

How to put it is you’re bound within

What matter is it made of?

What will we become?

What will we become?

What will we become?

Second to numb