A long time back I knew what you were saying
And you knew every word that I said, too
But somehow, the words have lost their meaning
And I don't know what the hell to do.

It's high time ... we listen 
And hear those words not read between the lines.
It's high time ... we listen
Or we'll just leave each other far behind.

Skeletons and closets full of memories
The baggage of a history of pain
The center's the point furthest from here
Let's go there perchance to meet

It's high time ... we listen 
And hear those words not read between the lines.
It's high time ... we listen
Or we'll just leave each other far behind.

The smaller I feel the more I drag you down
I guess the more that you drag me down too
The bigger I feel the more there is of me
All of which I'd like to share with you.

It's high time ... we listen 
And hear those words not read between the lines.
It's high time ... we listen
Or we'll just leave each other far behind.