I've reached the point where nothing is savoured
Just scrutinized for existing in the race
And I've reached the point where vanity blazes
Just quietly enough to sense my praise
And all in all there's nothing as tired as a fistful of handshakes
Made to live and die a lie
I'm at the point where I'm barely enough for myself
To keep my hands and chords alive
And they're falling off again
My friend
Do you think they'll come running back in time
And they're falling off
And firmly bound to seek someone with a little more fight
I've reached the point where my nervous stages
Climb their cages despite their insufferable plight
I'm at the point where my energy is waving slowly
Neither hello or goodbye
And all in all there's nothing as broken as a misshapen word thrown out
With nothing left to say
I'm at the point where I'm barely enough for myself
And they're falling off again my friend
Think they'll come running back in time
And they're falling off
And firmly bound to seek someone with a little more fight
They're falling off
And firmly bound to seek someone with a little more fight

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