| Like a nancy boy in a crowded biker bar | |
| Or killing your own dog backing up the car | |
| Like a dying priest realising there's no god | |
| Getting paralysed on a surftrip in Cape Cod | |
| All things good have gone | |
| Everything is wrong | |
| You thought you were so strong | |
| But now everything is wrong | |
| Like a mountaineer realising he's lost his way | |
| Or a sudden bank of fog on a fast freeway | |
| Like a lonely hiker cracking through the ice | |
| Or the insight that excuses won't suffice | |
| All things good have gone | |
| Everything is wrong | |
| You thought you were so strong | |
| But now everything is wrong | |
| All things good have gone | |
| Everything is wrong | |
| You thought you were so strong | |
| But now everything is wrong |