He listens, understanding every word 
And appears just like two weeks away 
Good morning, you're my last pure hope 
Take this waiter as my single note 
And then 
They went along the pale of days 
And slept in sweet, white hearing lamps 
To feel like careful pills 
And then 
Yeah, eventually she goes 
My life is in a hose 
And all that I could say 
Would sound so fucking grey 
Eventually she goes 
My life is in a hose 
And all that I could say 
Would sound so fucking grey