Interpret:

Early November, The

Album:

In Currents

It's the smell of this place without you.
It's the thought of your voice not here.
It's the look in my eyes as I'm telling myself 
That it's all been worth it.
So come on don't let me down.
There is plenty of time left now.
To just tell myself that it's all in my head,
And it's all been worth it.
It's the smell of this room without you.
The thought of you laying here.
It's the look in my eyes as I begging myself to be honest with it.
So come on don't let me down.
There is plenty of time left now.
To just tell myself that it's all in my head 
And it's all been worth all of the wait.
Nothing but gray lines define my life.
I've got these gray lines defining my life.
But it's all been worth it.