A coma might feel better than this.
Attempting to discover where to begin.
You're weighed down, you're full of something,
Of sickness and desertion.
You're weighed down, you're full of something,
You're underneath it all.
(refrão)
So say goodbye to love
And hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush,
We're all just waiting,
Waiting to die.
Holping a better place is all I need.
With moments of innocence and mystery.
All your friends seem like enemies
When you're broken down and empty, ooh.
All your friends seem like enemies
When you're broken down and empty, ooh.
So say goodbye to love
There's no need to rush,
We're all just waiting, waiting to die.
Oh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, ooh, oh, oh, oh.