Well I've got five minutes to kill So I smoke my last one I whisper: Why is the train always leaving in the morn? Why? The determined cut It cuts the deepest It cuts the deepest It cuts the divine Is cuts deep, oh oh It cut you It cut you How is it that we go our seperate ways? Only to end up in the same place In the same place The determined cut It cuts the deepest It cuts deep, oh oh oh It cut you It cut you, yeah yeah The fate, the fated Is it lazy or the choice I lay down? No, I don't know if this is all in my mind All I know is, this is all I think about The determined cut The determined cut, yeah The determined cut, yeah Is all I think about Is all I think about Is all I think about