2 O'Clock you're still sleepingnwhen you wake up you'll be in such pain.nand I wait with the plate, piled high with my loventhat you wont eat from nnLove, you think you can contain menbut the future is already knownnwe give up our rest, and the best of us though nwe'd be better off alonennThere's no need to be so terriblenwhen you know I would do anything for younThis is so laughable, whatever happened to nknowing that this was forever.nFile off the sharpness of feelings so nI'll be protected from all of your evilnwhen you come round my love, I'll be gone, finally donennever to come to your rescue.