Thanks for all the opaque walls You used to hold me in Thanks for all the one-wayed halls With ever narrowed ends And special thanks, for all the times I spent thinking of you While you were just thinking of him Thanks for looking out for me Through your shattered lens And thanks for waking next to me With the same somnolence And special thanks, for all the times I spent thinking of you While you were just thinking of him What's another, what's another What's another year.