Текст песни Birdy - Comforting Sounds

I don't feel alright
In spite of these comforting sounds
You make.
I don't feel alright
Because you make promises
That you break
Into your house.

Why don't we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore but solitude,
It's hard to make sense,
Feels as if I'm sensing you
Through a lens.

If someone else comes,
I'll just sit here listening to the drums.
Previously, I never called it solitude,
And probably you know –
All the dirty shows I've put on
Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
Honestly I tried to avoid it,
Honestly.

Back when we were kids,
We would always know when to stop,
And now all the good kids are
Messing up.

Nobody has gained or
Accomplished anything.