Lyrics

I saw central lights lean down again -
they almost made me solid
But sometimes I'm afraid, sometimes I come too late
with any of the right words.
Tired of waiting, she goes on...
She starts crumbling fading
me I sit by her --
She's gone away...

A tendency to gravitate towards the sickly weight
that always lets me wallow
All of this - a substitute for happiness
renders everything hollow.
Tired of trying, she goes on...

She starts crumbling fading
me I sit by her --
So this is how it ends
She goes on -
She's gone away...