Go ahead and call her phone, hold her close to you Memorise her silhouette, she's crazy about you Tell her that you love her and not see it as defeat Or end up old and bitter, not so bitter sweet Here lies this washed up beatnik, exhausted and bored Passion's a tiring thing, especially when you're old I saw you cry for her, I saw you smash and scream I heard you were a man that does not cry Where do you now find comfort? What have you achieved? Oh you still look so sure of all the things you once believed Here lies this washed up beatnik, exhausted and bored Passion's a tiring thing, especially when you're old Here lies this washed up beatnik, exhausted and bored Passion's a tiring thing, especially when you're old