When there's a rub we can talk for a while. But I have sweet nothings to say. You don't need me anyway, you don't need me anyway. So why? Why should I stay?.
Well you say, "It's not goin' to work out". Ahh why do you, why do you tell me now?. Is there a difference in anything you've said and done?. Or is it just the way we've been pretending?.
You are bleak. You are beautiful. No matter what they say. . In this light. Tired childish games. Swept us all away. . Singing it out. Singing it out for all of us.
You start working with the same device. The narrative is breaking down again. You're standing down the same old asking price. The cards are drawn, the fire's getting warm.