You sleep so stillAnd after everythingWe claim to have forgivenThe no returnWas 12 returns agoAnd every one the lastThisTimeI swear – Did you really believe that?I know these wordsThese sounds I recogniseAnd shapes all too familiarThe saddest thing;A point to recognise;All reasons and excuses;Well they are, I fear, as pathetic as are your ownI amWe areSadlyToo farThe line we had drawn before is thinning outToo far, goneWe needNo moreJunkies andWhoresThe line we had drawn before has disappearedToo far goneYou sleepSo stillYou’ll sleep through everything…