The stress is starting to show
In what you call beautiful
And I've looked around
This whole small town
For what you think you need
For what you want from me
And I keep coming up
Keep coming up empty
Shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching
Making all the noise of the shyest angels
Going down deep so deep I can't breathe
And I don't regret a single thing I've seen

The stress is starting to show
In what you call beautiful
And I've looked around
This whole small town
For what you think you need
For what you want from me
And I keep coming up
Keep coming up empty
Shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching
Making all the noise of the shyest angels