A moment, elaborate and weak.
I am easy in her midst,
Why elaborate, when there''s no need to?

But I do, all night,
My words ring like money off a bar.
But she''s here, asleep now,
One can only go alone so far.

One can only go alone so far.

I dream of a deep dark grave,
Seven feet below Saint Augustine.
And she''s so easy in her breathing,
Why fall in love, when there''s no need to?

But we do all night,
Sleep like spoons, forget whom we are.
But she''s here, and she''s wound down now.
One can only go alone so far.

One can only go alone so far.