And now I finally see that the further we go

we're only treading ground that we already know.

I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash

and buy a bucket full of diamonds but

even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust

and fade away.

It's a certain tragedy.

So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.

The empty space between me and the sunken walls

and feeling someone's hand around my neck

choking away the life that i have left.

And I can finally see that the further I go I'm only treading ground

that I don't wanna know.

I'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home

and look at old photos of you.

So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.

The empty space between me and the sunken walls

and feeling someone's hand around my neck

choking away the life that i have left.

I miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own,

but now it's winter and my bones are cold.

And now I finally see that the further we go we're only treading ground

that we already know.

I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash

and buy a bucket full of diamonds but

even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust

and fade away.

It's a certain tragedy