Then came the days when we shouldn't have said All the things that we said to each other in bed Burning the time, beneath the sheets we would hide Because we couldn't admit not seeing each other again But I was in the deepest of wells (...) You wake up when this ends Fireworks damp and the bitter face Seasons passed, walls of time Now that bed is the great divide (...) All this time I thought what it takes to run Through this life, the lengths we go to remain futile. Are we there? The shapes we left in the bed blurred off Is this Death? It's getting hard to remember your face