And when you feel you're near the end
Will you just turn it over and start again?
Is there a stirring in your heart
As the [bad word] when we will have to part?

And when you feel you're near the end,
And there's a stranger where once was a friend,
And you are left without a word,
Only the whispers that you've overheard.

Standing in silence, holding my breath
Disconnected and dry.
And though I'm certain that there's nothing left
To hold on to, to give or to try,
Some things never change, no don't ever change,
And I'm feeling the cold
Thinking that we're getting older and wiser
When we're just getting old.

And when you feel you're near the end,
And what once burned so bright is growing dim,
And when you see what's been achieved
Is there a feeling that you've been deceived?