We walked the line.
We passed the seven tasks of Hercules, but this was the eighth.
With all for time, it seemed we only could destroy.
The air so there, its confusion's biggest void.
So I falter. So unsure, and the world surrounds me mocking -
I feel so lost, like I never had a chance.
Feel so lost, like I never had a chance.
I'm giving up on those days of fine romance, you know, the love that never lasts.
Because it's never enough, and I've broken more than I ever could have the time to repair.
So all that's left is a chance to sit and stare. And watch the world go by.
All I know is life is still unfair.
Well it makes me want to cry.