The half-moon is aching, bitter and sad.
   We are wet. we are stripped to the bone.
   It's out of our hands, the dream we're bound to dream.
   We are wet, always alone
   How many ways can you say goodbye
   That was nothing
   ?? something
   How many days were in dreaming
   In many ways just a lie
   In better days I'd be dreaming
   As my life passed me by
   Now pardon me for trying
   Trying to tear apart
   And pardon me for lying
   It's just easy, so easy, to start