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