It’s been more than this
 More than this for years or more
 And probably a week or two to go
 The endless cycle bliss
 The blissful words to follow yours
 And my arms were wide open

 But you wanted more, you needed more
 But not the kind that I was giving

 Iron out the blood
 The blood that stains the ties of living
 It’s easy to believe in social calls
 Contribute to my pulse
 And make your best loud [bad word]  Easy to believe and worst of all

 But you wanted more, you needed more
 But not the kind that I was giving

 Wall to wall
 Brick by brick
 Bring the whole thing down
 It’s fire with fire
 Miles for miles
 Sinking sense of sound
 Last and last burning fast
 Bring the rain or water
 First of all we must be wrong
 Why even bother