Passive nights and passive air.
Distances we make and share.
(Don’t love me vacantly)
(Don’t love me vacantly)
Nights out up were nights of lust.
Now they’re nights we barely trust.
(Don’t love me vacantly)
(Don’t love me vacantly)
Bridge:
What have we become?
What have we become?
Just bored love like everyone?
What have we become?
What have we become?
Just bored love like everyone else, baby?
Chorus:
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
I think back to times we’d feel.
Paranoid this over-killed.
I can tell you’re losing will.
Sinking organs, deadly still.
(Don’t love me vacantly)
(Don’t love me vacantly)
(Don’t love me vacantly)
(Don’t love me vacantly)
Bridge:
What have we become?
What have we become?
Just bored love like everyone?
What have we become?
What have we become?
Just bored love like everyone else, baby?
Chorus:
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.
We dilute this, dilute this.