Losing of It's a week since I It's no time since I
I'm losing in We're grasping for words: please Where are words?
Gone like all that before, still (How! You! Comfort! Me!) I should've seen you more, I (How! You! Comfort! Me!) like all the chances (How! You! Comfort! Me!) I'm feeling low, I'm worn out (How! You! Comfort! Me!)
Erased! Erased! go!
I wanna know if we like that I know if it's how we'll die Thirty years and questions But now, you reply... I hate what has done
You see, man before Taught me how to be I'm so it's still a part of you I shouldn't ask for I shouldn't the past, but There's so much I wanna you, too (There's no chance, now)
like all that came before, still (How! You! Comfort! Me!) I seen you more, I know (How! You! Comfort! Me!) Gone all the chances (How! You! Comfort! Me!) I'm low, I'm getting worn out (How! You! Comfort! Me!)
I know if we were like that I wanna know if how we'll die Thirty and thirty questions But now you reply... I hate what has done
If the last we said Could be the last we do I know it me I hope it you
You're long gone long lost the truth If hard for me to say It must be for you
Maybe not got it Maybe lucid, or jokes in my behalf: You've played bad on me before
I've not got it I indifference, so I Hold you tight, just one last I held you tight before
I wish I held you before
Oh, we so far away I want to you I hope it's the thing I say I hope it's the thing I do
Oh, one day you'll That I'll always you It's still the last I'll say I know it's the thing I do
So strong strong Yeah, strong