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