Tim Bowness, Giancarlo Erra - At the Centre of It All Lyrics

You feel that you're falling Through the cracks in the world, Where the emptiness grows.
Faces stare out of windows,
New worlds sunk by their smiles - And the emptiness flows.
All the things that were meant to be, All the love you were meant to feel, Became too hard to reveal.
The things you missed at the centre of it all. Alone and pissed at the centre of it all.
Just pointless lists at the centre of it all.
The words you lost at the centre of it all. The constant costs at the centre of it all. The perfect gloss at the centre of it all.
All the things that were meant to be, All the love you were meant to feel.
Became too hard to be real.