Another year has gone by.
old age will soon catch up...

Laying beside you on a cold evening
while my head rests on your chest...

Homer's telling her
What's between the south and north...

Take a glimpse of my heart,
scan through all the clutter...

A shallow breath is all we take
And you can't help us it's too late...

You cut me deep,
And made me so weak...

Outside,
I am perfectly happy...

A lonely world is obscured and
oppressed by darkened skies...

Lost souls, we met
in a familiar place...

Lately I've been so upset;
I've been living in regret...

You give me a special offer,
one that no one could beat...

They are analysing my every move,
dissecting each crumbling part of me...