buried, torn 
and tired 
oh, you hear lightnings 

should we care about this? 
should we care about this? 

it’s all old stories - 
across the room 
we fell. the earth 
felt so close to you. 

so we stood 
so strong.. 
so real or alive? 

though you’ll never find your way home 
you tried to pretend 
that.. i lay my hand on your shoulders, 
eye goes tired, tiresome. 

(follow your friends) 

it’s not the end. 
tortured and static 
should you follow? 
or should you cry? 

just down there 
you found your heart to end it. 

but now i’m dead 
it’s time, it’s time to ... 
but now i’m dead 
it’s time, it’s time to ... 

ooh, you cried your heart out..