All I do is sleep all day, and think of you
a memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to
the image of a mutual one, our haven
the sombre chords of our song, the fading
love is no big truth

driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings

a symphony that's you

joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping



passion and its brother hate, they come and go

could easily be made to stay for longer though

many people play this game so willingly

do I have to be like them, or be lonely?



love is no big truth

driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings

a symphony that's you

joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping



I'll never need it again