My throat is dry When I keep the hate alive Your lips are tight When I cover them with mine This is a sickness You cannot conceive It takes the quiet To not exceed Where is your comfort now? It's on the way out Where are your reasons now? They're all worn out My throat is tight When I keep the hate alive Your lips are dry When I cover them with mine It's an affliction Nothing comes to mind It's unstrategic Nothing comes to mind Where is your comfort now? It's on the way out Where are your reasons now? They're all worn out Where is your comfort now? It's on the way out Where are your reasons now? They're all worn out This is a sickness You cannot conceive It takes the quiet To not exceed