From the recording Storybook
This song is about accepting the death of a relationship. The "crowd of stone" is symbolic of a graveyard. This song wanted to have a Macy Gray type of tone so I altered my voice a little to sing it.
We're so confused
Where do we go from here?
Nothing's right and we lie
to appear still together
Somewhere in between
Somehow out of sync
Somewhere in the dust is the rest of us
Too much middle ground, too much turn around stands and sits alone in a crowd of stone
We're so soaked with flat notes
and we're choked with weeds
pretending to be flowers
Let's just admit, there's no love left
There was little to begin with