Number 9

You've left now, gone down the track

Struggled, died and passed away

You've left us your music

But music's got nothing to say

Well there's only so far

Feelings are useful to feel

In the end, I'd choose

Something real

What ran through your head then

Which demons, and what did they say?

Do you think that you cared too much?

Unwritten songs can't be played

Well there's only so far

Feelings are useful to feel

In the end, I'd choose

The music, the stages, the magazine shoots

The bouncers, the groupies, the records you wrote

It's all out of reach now, too much - too much, choked

Gold discs and stardust

A rope on your throat

Only so far feelings

Only so far feelings

Only so far feelings