Perfect peace is born and then is torn away
as the tourniquet is tightened around my soul
and though I’m missing you, I could never say
without some strange display on my face
that I love you, but what’s the difference if I do?
What’s the difference if I do?

There’s nothing more to say at the end of the day
as I go and lay in darkness I am alone
and though I’m missing you, I can never hide
that feeling inside of my gut that I love you
but what’s the difference if I do?
What’s the difference if I do?

We watch the sadness die as it is worn away
as we make a play for despair or some control
and though feelings change you can never tell
if it’s going well or if something still remains
or if you’re insane to love the way you do.
What’s the difference if I do?

Recorded by The Sighs of Monsters and available at Bandcamp.