Living in recession.
It isolates the time that's past by.
And it feels so long.
I reach for that line I can't hold on, I can't hold on...
I can't see what lies beneath the words.
Where have I been? Where have I been?
Between what rests in my soul and what's given.
It will never... it will never weigh the [bad word] 
I WONT GIVE UP THIS IS NOT WHERE I STOP.
THE [bad word] IT LIES AND THERE IS FAITH BEHIND THE FRAMES.
I have a lot riding on this.
And I can't afford to give up now.
The scene's repeating.
I WONT GIVE UP.
 [bad word] TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THERE IS NO ESCAPING.