Текст песни: Julie Moffitt. Stolen.

I?m tossing in my sleep trying to shut him up
With fevered dreams
Its only been a week a half hearted fantasy
Wondering what he sees in me
In our separate space we are idols from a higher place
The beautiful ones that everyone wants
And I?d be happy to adore him from a distance
But knowing he adores me from a distance

Makes this hard
And its slow
Longing for just one more moment
Knowing that he has to go
And its false
And its weak
There?s nothing to be said now but in our silence we?re both aching to speak

This emotion frustrated confusion is it all an illusion
Will I wake up to a harsh and empty space
His devotion lies in someone else?s arms
And I am just an outsider
Trying to save face

And its hard
And its slow
Wanting to be all he wants
Knowing that?s not how it goes
And its false
And its weak
There?s nothing to be said now but in our silence we?re both aching to speak

And I?m stronger than this I?ve been through this before
But what?s one more lesson when the stolen moments are worth living for

And its hard
And its slow
Longing for one more moment
Knowing he has somewhere to go
And its false
And I?m so weak
There?s nothing to be said now
But in our silence we?re both aching to speak