The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding
I used to think that the day would [bad word] 
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the [bad word] that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would [bad word] 
That my life would depend on the morning sun..