While he was asleep holding her handnThe dreams smoulderednShe opened her heart, he tore it apartnGazed into his smilennHe said he had constraintnHe was ostracised and feintnShe had gone over and undernA tattoo of a losernThese are the rings that fell apartnThese are the things that tore his heartnThese were the dreams that he was causingnThese were the gleams that she was pausingnnWe're nothing but debrisnFloating on a silver lakenThere's nothing left to takenAs we slowly fall apartnWe unite you through menAs we separate with fatenWe're nothing but debrisnnHer words confound, dim and unsoundnDaring the logicnDefying off-hand, nothing unplannednPhase into the vilennLet me speak again, pursue the praise - not too soonnIn two yields construed by me and younTracing the cause and casenAs we stand here face to facenSimple twofoldness is our bracenThat makes it feel like you and mennOpportunity isn't what we lostnWe have lost our sensesnnWalk with me now to another placenWhere no one else has been beforen