Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight I look into the sky (the love you need ain't gonna see you through) And I wonder why (the little things you planned ain't comin' true) Hello, how are you? Have you been alright through all