This conversationnAlways endsnWith goodbyennYou're standing here behind the doornYou're waiting with your robennMaybe you just have to sleepnIn someone else's bednMaybe you just have to keepnSearching for somethingnBetter than perfectnWhich you know will never exist it'snCut and tornnnThere's no defense what'snThe point of thisnYou know thisnnThe clock is running down on menThere's no way I can winnnMaybe you just have to sleepnIn someone else's bednMaybe you just have to keepnSearching for somethingnBetter than perfectnWhich you know will never exist it'snCut and tornnnI've known this all alongnI loved you and you waitnDespite all your deceitnnThis time I'm with younI've been faithfulnHow I would have feltnnNow all we havenLeft are bodies and wordsnI can't be a boy forevernnMaybe you just have to sleepnIn someone else's bednMaybe you just have to keepnSearching for somethingnBetter than perfectnWhich you know will never exist it'snCut and torn