i'm gonna make it go away, like it never happened like the author ran out of ink, before you got to me it doesn't matter, you have your answer my breath upon yer hand my breath upon yer hand cos we're never far from another life but i never wanted to make you spend the night with yer loneliest thoughts will you come around this time will i be left here ooh, love when so proudly we fail and all the optimists sing "yeah, we'll be that far" when we'll be that far behind it's the drug distraction they'll scream when i kick but for every moment that i get too close to the faceless void from which i stumbled it's only because my heart swells over and i misinterpret it, i dwell on my failures cos i had parents who taught me to love yeah, love was something they never knew they never cared about you anyway a hope vicarious, a captive audience even the people that you call your friends can fuck you over in the subtlest ways it'll be your comfort that you're always alone they never cared about you anyway they never cared they never care so much as when you've lost your way fire and brimstone where they lay me heaven help us for a way to get out of here ooh, love