Spare me all those hangups The feeling makes me sick You'd realy love to enjoy yourself But those bad moods seem to stick Yes you loose little cannon This is the final poem Forgive my verbosity Echoing throught that empty dome Staring at the love lies I lock the door I cannot believe That I wanted more of you I used to agonise about you Now I don't know why 'Cause I just couldn't care Whether you live or die The sun is setting The tide has turned Cross no more rivers All those bridges are burned Staring at the love lies I lock the door I cannot believe That I wanted more of you The tide has turned All those bridges are burned