Vārdi: Dead Letter Office. Complications. The Autumn Years.

He's whisky drunk
you can smell it on his breath.
Still kiss with tongues
But sleep in separate beds

Wouldn't you say it's over by now?
Wouldn't you say it's all over?

Tomorrow will make us deader...
but we're still alive.

And we will carry on
Until we fall asleep
To sleep for a chance to dream
We're still alive

We're worlds apart staring into space
We ate our young but didn't like the taste

Wouldn't you say it's over by now?
Wouldn't you say it's all over?

Tomorrow will make us deader...
but we're still alive.
And it takes us over.
Until we fall asleep.
To sleep for chance to dream