SOMETIMES ALL THE MOMENTS
  THAT WE SAVOURED FOR THE LAST
  GET CRUSHED BETWEEN THE GOOD AND BAD
  FROM PRESSURES WE HAVE HAD
    BUT YOU KNOW I CAN'T CONCEIVE THE DAY
  WHEN FEELINGS RUN TOO HIGH
  TO WORK OUT ALL THE STALE TERRAIN
  EMOTIONS TRY TO HIDE, WHEN I TRY
    LATELY I CAN'T SEEM TO COLOUR WHAT WE'VE LOST
  IT ALL SEEMS LIKE BAD MEANS
  WHEN LOVERS TURN FROM LUST
  THEN I TRY, TRY TO SMOKE ALONE
    THESE SHATTERED TIES WITH NO COMPROMISE
  FALL THROUGH THIS FRAGILE HELL
  THE DRINKS STAY SIPPED 'COS WE'VE LOST OUR GRIP
  TOO EXHAUSTED TO REBEL