作曲 : Brian Robert Curry
 All the rumors, they seem true
 But he retains the same way of thinking
 But if ignorance is bliss
 Why does he feel the opposite?
 He can only sleep well through the night if it’s cold
 How fitting, since living his life in the same sort of
 Fashion is what he tends to do
 Watch him fake his smile too
 You know he would be fine
 Without you in his life
 From time to time, he breaks free
 But along then falls the night
 Silently hoping’s a rough form of coping
 As isolation grows
 His head spins, his eyes open
 But only just for show
 Only just for show
 Far across the plain there stands a statue
 It’s wide awake, but crumbles when the sun
 Rises and the day it holds no virtue
 When rubble turns to grain, it is not gone
 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
 You know he would be fine
 Without you
 You know he would be fine
 Without you
 You know he would be fine
 Without you
 You know he would be fine
 Without you
 You know he would be fine
 Without you
 You know he would be fine
 Without you
 You know he would be fine
 Without you