hear the sounds of the morning
as you sink into your bed
feel her soft breath on your face
you lied to her again

she knows that you're a prisoner
but she wants you to be free
passion, death, lust, addiction
even the sugar - bitter sweet

you know, she knows it's never over, no
there's nothing left to say
there was a time you could have had everything
but you've thrown it all away

distorted reflections, vapourised, ingested
somnolence beclamed the nagging
doubts that drowned in black and white
St. George chasing the dragon

you let it slip right through your fingers
she could have picked up the pieces
but you've thrown 'em all away

first time
it's never ever gonna catch up you say
but someday.....
and meanwhile
you're gonna be slipping over the edge
ans she's not gonna be there for the third time
now you'r having so much fun, oh yeah
the slow slide in oblivion

her voice in the distance
echoes, fades, subsides
try and tie her down with the things she said
freeze the minute before she dies

you know, she knows it over, no
there's nothing left to say
there was a time you could have had everything
but you've thrown it all away