10:34 pm

Before I go
I have to tell you
It's not that good at all
Not so good at all
Fall into yourself

Before I go
I must tell you
It's not worth the pain at all
The love, the lust, or the law
Falling into yourself

Hand in hand
We march on through the gates
And the gates march in through us
It's all the same

Hand in hand
You strike up like a kite
And the curtains fall for one last time
Because it's all the same

Before I go
I must tell you
It's nothing special at all
Nothing special at all
Cling to yourself