On Thickening Skin

Oh, it ain't like it used to be
It's never like it was
Each time I come home I'm a stranger in love
with your madness disguised as a dove
You're not looking for peace
when you're out for blood
But each time I come home
I'm stranger in love.

Oh it ain't like it used to be
Never like it was
A flame gone to ember's not the light that it was
Yet here in shadows-stretching making our own stuff's
two burned out strangers differently in love
In the light of…
Making light of the light of this "never like it was"

In light of the light of this "never like it was" 
In the light of the light of this "never like it was"
Making light of the light of this "never like it was"