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 Idiot is coming round
Did you lie nude with some idiot And confided that you 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
Abandoned waifs on shoreless lakes achieving nothing And lesson done long distance songs achieve me nothing Achieve me nothing
Oohh...
You who hides the sun Heaven knows no hope in hell You and your sad veneer My begging doll I will be here