I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.

My life's far too complicated to be summed up in one song. It would take 20 just to represent one single day.

Dreams they come and go, but thoughts like love will always grow.

I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust, and we'll fall down, and sooner or later you'll be screwing around.

The day that I ever become hip... please shoot me and put me outta my misery!

You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.

Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you.