You said you never wanted to be so old
But the lines are barely showing on your face
The cold bit into your liquid eyes
Like it let you see through my disguise
The feeling dwindles in defeat
The teardrop dries out in defeat
The shrubs suck the carbon from my mouth
And death hangs around this broken street
My good intentions are kept
A purely abstract concept
The woodland dwindles in defeat
The ozone dwindles in defeat
And the pressure never seemed to much to bear (x3)
And the lives we used to long to lead
And the paths we used to long to tread
Well we made it up to here
But the paths have disappeared
Well they couldn’t exist in reality
Well they couldn’t exist in reality
Well they couldn’t exist in reality
Well they couldn’t, couldn’t exist.
