The things that define us are never important to us
But they are to you

One sided tales of years long gone
Or so we thought they were forgotten
Well there's no use in digging up the dead
People change
The world moves on

But to you the world is your snowman
Its dressed up and frozen in time
Until the sun comes, melts it all away
Then you're stuck with the ghost that remains
Then who do you turn to, after who you've turned into?
I'd expect no one
No one

Strangers will always be strangers
When grudges take the throne
And still with that said you insist that you know me so well
Well...
Well...
Well... You don't.
Yeah, you don't.
So the things that define us, are never important to us
But they are to you