Underneath the yellow lights I tried to be standoffish
But you said it wasn't the thought that could count anymore
And if we ever had a pact, well I'm sure I broke it that night
Honest feelings covered up by more important things to do
And my heart of ice is harder to break than one that's soft and warm
If I had a hammer I'd do it myself just to make it easy on you
I put you on my fix-it list next to my broken armchair
I never use it anymore, but it sure beats facing you

You cried as I thought that I could run just to get away from all this..
All the screwballs down the drain, along with all our scruples
Farther down the hole we couldn't dig ourselves out
Underneath the yellow lights, my vision's getting lazy
But it took a while to find out just what we couldn't see.