Sometimes all the moments
That we savoured for the last
Get [bad word] between the good and bad
From pressures we have had

But you know I can't conceive the day
When [bad word] too high
To work out all the stale terrain
Emotions try to hide

When I try
Lately I can't seem to
Colour what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Then I try
Try to smoke alone

These shattered ties [bad word] Fall through the fragile [bad word] You see the drinks stay sipped
'cos we've lost our grip
Too exhausted to rebel

I try
Lately I can't seem to
Colour what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust
Then I try

Then I try
Lately I can't seem to
Colour what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers turn from lust

Lately I can't seem to
Colour what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
When lovers when lovers turn from lust
Then I try
Try to smoke alone