Each to our own Wounded disillusion Just close enough To notice to the absence Of our trust, our confusion Oh how stoic we are As though it were far As though it all just vanished Oh how humble we are As though we surrendered I can point to the wreck The place where it went down The point of our greatest let-down Still I have some regret That we chose to shut down That we let ourselves down Now they pick through our things The fragments we left there They had to go somewhere Now they pick through our things That we had no use for We didn't know how to use them I wanted you to be happy I won't say a word Each to our own feeling isn't bone These feelings won't hold us up They won't be remembered They won't hold our names forever Oh how brilliant we were Never to doubt Not to regret our decisions Oh how simple we were To act without thinking I wanted you to be happy I won't say a word