[ti:only you]
we suffer everyday, what is it for
these crimes of illusion, are fooling us all
and now i am weary and i feel like i do
it's only you, who can tell me apart
and it's only you, who can turn my wooden heart
the size of our fight, it's just a dream
we've crushed everything i can see,
in this morning selfishly
how we've failed and i feel like i do
now that we've chosen to take all we can
this shade of autumn, a stale bitter end
years of frustration lay down side by side