2, 3, 4      Please sit down my love,   It's time we had this talk.   I never use the words you want to hear.   But if I ever did, we never would have found the reasons   this will just not work for us.      All these silent memories,   like the drugs we did when you couldn't find your feet.   And every day    we celebrate a new religion   bound by opportunity.   Another war, an endless battle   Where we push and pull until there's nothing left.      And now I roam these rooms   looking for another move to make   that will take me nowhere.   And after 30 years,   a hundred thousand beers,   I still have questions and no answers.      And all these violent memories,   like the drunken night where I broke the bedroom wardrobe.   And every day    we celebrate a new belief in our undying apathy.   Another war, an endless battle   where we kill eachother over and over again.      I could still imagine you   as you move across the room   with almost nothing on at all.   Can't remember what happens next   it's blank and blurry   and all the brilliant thoughts dissolve,   all the brilliant thoughts dissolve.      And everyday    we celebrate the underlying truth of everything we are.   Another war, an endless battle where we   kill eachother over and over again.