It's the chill in the hollow of my bones that making my hands numb
And the sound of the windmill now where it's from
And solitude sounds are making my eyes weep
And tossing and turning i can't make my mind sleep

And getting worked up from people i just meet
And this is the reason i think
It's the ending of careless wants
But you are my favorite love

Can we map the succession, the fever, depression, the bad weeks?
It was right in the corridor but left by the river where we'd meet.
And solitude sounds are making my eyes weep
And tossing and turning i can't make my mind sleep

And getting worked up from people i just meet
And this is the reason i think
It's the ending of careless wants
But you are my favorite love