Lyrics:
Lover's choke in a midlife mourn. All nerves serve you so well. They serve you well. Vain is the rage that leads us on. We work each other, this work is war. This work is war. All else is gone. We can't hide or climb. You never send me up. You never lead me down this way. Well worn lies, lie down thin. Feeling is first, no aching down. No aching down. Far at sea the space between. Once we cross, never stop to ask or tear apart. All else is gone. We can't hide or climb. You never send me up. You never lead me down this way. One sad hour comes dragging home. All nerves serve you so well. They serve you well. All else is gone. We can't hide or climb. You never send me up. You never lead me down this way.