Don't leave me in this room
The walls are closing in
This is the space I used to say

The line is drawn for you each day
But every day you show
With sound of caving walls

Some day this song will have no pulse
And I'll cave alone
But there we are

Waiting for your answer
Your arms speeded elation
Beating out your salvation

But when the tape stopped you were gone
A half measure from home
This week I recreate

Edit you back into
The blare that could define you
Coveted by few who knew

The phone rings without pause
This grief wills everyone
All I have is our shitty song

How could it ever be enough?
Here we are in our final accord
A mortician and his tools

Sonically bury you
You could have chose another chord to resolve on

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BETH GIBBONS, PAUL DAVID WEBB