Deep inside this mind, there's nothing to be found Shivering solitude and absence of reason, light and sound Washed up remedies putting pieces back together Empty Bordeaux gla** on the table with this letter I look at the paper, think about the closing line Should I send it inscribed or just remove the last rhyme God how I hope you called, just to give me a chance But I do know that it's probably too much to ask No, no - I didn't want to know No - I didn't need to know The truth about the only lie I did nothing so wrong There's no For me Two go