2, 3, 4
Please sit down my love,
It's time we had this talk.
I never use the words you want to hear.
But if I ever did, we never would have found the reasons
this will just not work for us.
All these silent memories,
like the drugs we did when you couldn't find your feet.
And every day
we celebrate a new religion
bound by opportunity.
Another war, an endless battle
Where we push and pull until there's nothing left.
And now I roam these rooms
looking for another move to make
that will take me nowhere.
And after 30 years,
a hundred thousand beers,
I still have questions and no answers.
And all these violent memories,
like the drunken night where I broke the bedroom wardrobe.
And every day
we celebrate a new belief in our undying apathy.
Another war, an endless battle
where we kill eachother over and over again.
I could still imagine you
as you move across the room
with almost nothing on at all.
Can't remember what happens next
it's blank and blurry
and all the brilliant thoughts dissolve,
all the brilliant thoughts dissolve.
And everyday
we celebrate the underlying truth of everything we are.
Another war, an endless battle where we
kill eachother over and over again.