On every coast or continent I can feel the ghost of what you, ve meant

Can't smoke enough and I can't escape and to dream, my love, keeps me awake

In my endless try to find a place where I can't see your cursed face

And something has died and all that is left, so mournfully bereft

Where can I go, what can I drink to let me breathe, to let me think without the sting that always comes?

Tearing things 'til I am numb in my endless try to find some peace

If the blood is dry, then the pain should ease

But something has died and all that is left, so mournfully bereft

Ever darkness, before the dawn, when your world won't spin, the nights get long

Blind man bluffing, I feel my way 'til my fingers brush the breaking day

Just an endless try to find some rope, too late to save any drowning hope

'Cause something has died and all that is left, so mournfully bereft

Something has died and all that is left, so mournfully bereft