With you dragged through what’s familiar
It’s the same strains that were killing you
Is it worth it? Is it working?
All ambition turns rivers into sand
The idiot is coming round
Did you lie nude with some idiot?
And confided that he should have been
Something worth it with a virtue
That perfect fit turns brittle in my hands
The idiot I know
You who hides the sun
Heaven knows no hope in hell
When you review what’s familiar
It’s the sad things that will live with you
And I’m sinking as you surface
I run my course I return to the sand
Where every ship is going down
You who hides the sun
Heaven knows no hope in hell
You and your sad veneer
My begging doll I will be here
Abandon waifs on shoreless lakes
Achieving nothing
And lesson done long distance songs
Achieve me nothing, achieve me nothing
You who hides the sun
Heaven knows no hope in hell
You and your sad veneer
My begging doll I will be here