Stepping stones were where I was strong, now one giant leap and everyones gone and I'm not here either 'cos there's no one to see me. Anyway, I'm not here for not very long.
And we were only trying to enjoy ourselves but we had to subsequently be destroying ourselves. Where theres this conflict of interest we don't like conversation. The knife follows bomb follows useless legislation.
And the place that we left was a desolate one. And desolation alone is not much fun. And this land laid to waste this is mine to run, but whats the worth when there's no destination to come...

And nothings going to grow here anymore. And even if it would, what for? 'Cos there's no one left around to catch these feelings lost and never found again, that used to make this so worthwhile.

But from the outside does it matter if we're here or if we're gone. So many times so many struggled and nothing really changed at all. Sink in the ground I know you didn't die alone, but with everything that made with all so worthwhile.

And I was standing on the edge of this new reality between the sky and the soil made only for me. And you'd think i'd be happy, you'd think i'd be free, because there's no one to argue, but there's no one to across. And if there's no one to show then there's nothing to share, and if there's no one to know then there's no one to care. I used to think that I liked my own company, but that was only when I knew that someone was there.

And nothing's going to grow here anymore. And ever if it would what for? 'Cos there's no one left around to catch these feelings lost and never found again, that used to make this so worth while.

But from the outside does it matter if we're here or if we're gone. So many times so many struggled and nothing really changed at all. Sink in the ground I know you didn't die alone, but with everything that made this all so worthwhile.

And the fires that destroyed the cities were nothing compared to this; the lonely confusion of the only survivor and the reason the people I missed: What's now right? What's now wrong? I don't know.

And we never had a chance, and there's nothing left to sing. Like I said whats confusing; not being percieved; I might as well just forget everything.

'Cos nothings going to grow here anymore. Thank god, what good would that be for? If we were just vesels for lost souls that crashed and burned. 'Cos nothings going to grow here anymore. Thank god, what good would that be for, if we were just random collisions that don't understand.

From the outside does it matter if we're here or if we're gone. So many time so many changes; I guess it never matters to some whether tomorrow comes. Thank god it never will, if thats when we lose what makes this so worthwhile.