You've always been the one to fight away the...
the one who wipes away my tears...

You think it makes you different
But it makes you just the same...

Scratching at the window
Pounding on the door...

How come when I'm crying I run to you to help?
When i know you've cried your own fair share of...

Its face and hands are full of time,
A moving record of minutes past...

I see that when you say you’re fine...
I see you struggling with it every day...