To see me now you would never think to wonder, How near we were to sinkin' under, For so long, But now I'm gone, So long.. The truth be told, I think my soul was stuck in amber, Like a chip for weary gamblers, For so long..
Simple to see where we come from. Harder is where we are. That's the core of the treason. The promise is never the answer. Well, why do you need to know?.
There is a way subtle changes come to stay. Barely noticed and hardly known. One day you'll say "My situation's locked away". But by tomorrow, you're all alone.