Departure

A crowded room shadowed by a sea of faces

A narcoleptic man looks to me and he says

You'll see the worst of me in time

And I struggle to find the space to say that I'll be fine

Just to get me through the night

I can't see through these lights

I can't see through the night

I can't see through these lights

Just get me through tonight

There's nothing left to me but crooked smiles and laboured misery

And I struggle to fin the space to say that I'll be fine

And if I say that I am sorry

Could I start again?

Or change the end to this story?

Nothing but a head out of this crowd

I find myself down on the ground

And I can't find the joy in anything I create

Am I making any sense?

Call me a medic

'Cause we know how quick we'll fold when the truth is that

We never thought we'd grow this old

Whit heavy hearts of gold

We live and die

In spit of everything we're told

Do I speak in tongues?

Am I making any sense?

I know I'm sick but surely there's a way that I can mend

Just get me through tonight

There's nothing left to me but crooked smiles & laboured misery

And I struggle to fin the space to say that I'll be fine

And if I say that I am sorry

Could I start again?

Or change the end to this story?

Never thought I'd grow this old

I'm so sorry to myself

For all the time we spent

Sleeping next to my grave

But with heavy hearts of gold

We'll still live in spite of everything we're told