Last night it came as a picture. With a good reason, a warning sign. This place is void of all passion. If you can imagine it's easy if you try. Believe me I failed this effort.
I've been here before a few times. And I'm quite aware we're dying. And your hands, they shake with goodbyes. And I'll take you back if you'd have me.
With all of this I know now. Everythin' inside of my head. It all just goes to show how. Nothin' I know changes me at all. Again I waited for this to change instead.