like this summer unsettled   and surprisingly grey   I'm supposed to be warm   but I'm tricked by a cold betrayal      knowing that your cold war   isn't over at all   seeing how you try steering a craft   that is bound to stall      nothing's in your way   and no one's out to save you   so you can wither by the wealth   or you can catch up on yourself      so fed up with the good face   to spare us from knowing   what we already know   and the faces we are scared of showing      you have all that you had   now it's time to give up   and leave that miserable struggle   you once thought your love could stop      nothing's in your way   and no one's out to save you   so you can wither by the wealth   or you can catch up on yourself      nothing's in your way   and no one's out to save you   when your world is coming down   and your ramparts hit the ground