It's been more than this
More than this for years or more
And probably a week or two to go
The endless cycle bliss
The blissful words to follow yours
And my arms were wide open

But you wanted more, you needed more
But not the kind that I was giving

Iron out the blood
The blood that stains the ties of living
It's easy to believe in social calls
And make your best loud intrusion
Easy to believe and worst of all

But you wanted more, you needed more
But not the kind that I was giving

Wall to wall
Brick by brick
Bring the whole thing down
It's fire with fire
Miles for miles
Sinking sense of sound
Last and last burning fast
Bring the rain or water
First of all we must be wrong
Why even bother