Killers

We know this path
Know it like the back of our hands
That shake along to grinding teeth
In sync with weary legs
And a fuzzy head
But we can't stop this

So we play our parts
With all the strength that we can
Wading through endless "how are you?"s
With smiles and nods and "yeah
I'm good cheers. yourself?"
Then on to the next one

It's been a long year
It's been a long few years
Yeah it's been a long year

And I hear that laugh
The pitch and tone
That carried us through Paris, Prague, Cardiff, Riga and Rome
To the beds we shared in London
In the flats that we called home
But it leaves a mark
We are hair triggers
Shadows of our former selves
Shells of withered figures
We are prisoners
We are killers
We are constant over-thinkers

And it's been a long year
It's been a long few years
Yeah it's been a long year

But how would they know
How would they know
When the face they see you wear is not your own?
(how would they know)
How would they know
How would they know
When every inch of me that they once knew is gone?
How would they know?

It's been a long year
It's been a long few years
It's been a long year