I'm too far gone to be worthy of anything
lost my love...

Have you seen the old tramp by the river
he lives alone in his plastic bags...

I guess I won't lie today
I guess that today is all about the honesty...

Clock reads 3.00 am
and i slur a plea on your machine...

I can feel the slow release through my veins
the cold ice flows through replacing my blood...

Some say that this pain won't last forever
but i think there are only seven years to go...

Every me and every you
and everything we all do...

It seems to me that i can't sleep
i can't stay in the dark...

I'm in the sky
among the clouds...

The feeling of being alone
never gets old...

Objection overruled
i will be in your mind...

The darkness will come through
the holes will let in a little rain...