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 intrusion
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