If I'm gracefully stained In deep-forest green A gold tiny throne Like the stone on her ring Our lives slowly change To midsummer flings But to ration this passion I sing
Chorus: It's useless but otherwise over It's useless but otherwise over It's over, it's over
If I'm slightly insane The doctors complain The mood swings, that drug stings The rain spells her name Your blood seems to dry As your wheel locks the drive When death shakes, there's no brakes Goodbye
Chorus: It's useless but otherwise over It's useless but otherwise over It's so over, it's over