There's a radio playing in stereo hi-fi 
There's an unfit family who just keeps trying 
There's a faceless crowd that screams with all of its might 
She runs her hands through her hair 
And she won't even listen 
But if caught and cornered she'll admit that she misses him 
It won't be close 
It won't be outright 
There's a fault in a plan 
It caves with the level of commitment 
And she will doubt his 
And he will doubt hers 
But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours 
There's ghosts in machines and nothing will faze it 
If you're asking me let's go back to basics 
When no one cares what's on 
TV They throw candy to the moths and the poor ones save it 
Post a picture on the wall for all to rate it 
I'm disgusted that failure stems from a poor level of commitment 
And she will doubt his 
And he will doubt hers 
But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours