You sleep so still And after everything We claim to have forgiven The no return Was 12 returns ago And every one the last This Time I swear - Did you really believe that? I know these words These sounds I recognise And shapes all too familiar The saddest thing; A point to recognise; All reasons and excuses; Well they are, I fear, as pathetic as are your own I am We are Sadly Too far The line we had drawn before is thinning out Too far, gone We need No more Junkies and Whores The line we had drawn before has disappeared Too far gone You sleep So still You'll sleep through everything...