I was young and vibrant
Nothing left to learn
Had no will to defy
Because the world was mine
Now I'm an old man
With a dead-eyed stare
Watching summers freezing up
And dry to nothing
Making friends with my disease
It's all I need
Now I'm an old man
With a dead-eyed stare
It's our fate to be related
Taciturn and sated
With the purest inner sanctum
In the houses that we came from
Shaking hands and stumbling thoughts
And the inner peace is gone
On and on, one by one
Someone's at the foot of the bed
And she hides her face
I believe I never loved her
But I don't want to remember
Sorry I can't do more for you
Here it comes
Did you really think we'd make it?
Taciturn and sated
And the life I live is heinous
With the eyes of the insane