Off times

This is the way we fall
This is the way we break down
This is the way we destroy
This is the way we lose control.

Sunday night with you
That’s where we always are
Dusty empty rooms
The awful anguish is often here.

This is how we deconstruct
This is what we never wanted
This is how our spirit dies
This is how we keep on lying
This is the way we fall
This is the way we break down
This is the way we destroy
This is the way we lose control.

Off times without a cure
Off times without good choices
Off times when you’re gone
Off times are often here.

Your never ending need don’t need introduction.

Off times without a cure
Off times without good choices
Off times when you’re gone
Off times are often here.

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