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.