Fading lines from jets divide the sky,
Like deep scratches from your fingernail.
Filed down to trace my lonely heart,
Perfectly drawn, this is how I know.

Where do you hide?
I'd do anything to know where you are.
All of my life,
I've been waiting to know where you are.

Leave the room, alone I might confess.
Ensure me that no one hears a single thing I say.
Every word pours from my lonely heart,
Perfectly said, this is how I know.

I won't believe that I'll live alone.