For the life we chose in the evening we rose,
just long enough to be lovers again.
And for nothing more, the world was too sore
To live in.
Sad old ships,
The hoot owl and his song, will bring you along
Where else on earth would you wanna go?
We can leave all this hate, before it's too late
Why would we wanna come back at all?
Cobwebs on my pillow,