And I guess I'm gonna get away with this night too,
shriveled in blue,
my heart understood,
my mind delicate too.
And I guess I'm gonna be there when you do too,
always in tune.
And I guess they're gonna be there when I'm through,
oh so deep in rue,
for life is askew,
and this earth is my tomb.
And I guess we'll finally find out what's true,
even if it's just us few,
while we lie in our rooms,
our minds dissolving these clues.
And I guess that's just that:
us two always doomed,
though we've gotten used to the gloom.