Sink Low - Powderfinger

It sure is quiet around here

The phone never rings anymore

So I’ll wallow in silence

And nail my soul to the floor

'cause I’m angry and jealous

And sick and tired of untruth

And I’m lonely my pride is bruised

My wheels sink low

Loves candle burns slow

If I spread my wings

Will I ever leave the ground

All of these painful scenes

That drag me down

My wheels turn slow

Loves candle burns slow

And now my eyes are dressed in rags

To hide the scars from what I’ve seen

And my fall from grace

Could it be a lesson to you

And if I trade my place

Would it make it better for you