Broken Wings

So quiet, another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale, another wasted breathe, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me, you're just feeling tired. Cause if it's more than that, i feel that i might break. Out of touch, are we out of time? Close lipped, another goodnight kiss. Is robbed of all its passion. Your grip, another time is slack, it leaves me feeling empty. Please tell me you're just feeling, tired. Cause if it's more than that, I feel that I might break. Out of touch, are we out of time?