Is this just sickness, this thickness I feel?nOr is the start of the end slowly being revealed?nCan these be our worst days of all time?nIs it my fault I'm still stuck in the salt mines?nThings come back but back for how long?nBecause the things that we had in youth and life are now gonenThe one thing I'm fearing is shooting this yearlingnWatching all things good and true disappearingnnIt's half now, half then, all, How does this end?nIt's all question marks, incandescent heartsnIt's the how and the when and the power to bendnHow time's changed us into strangersnHalf now, half then, all how does this end?nHow time's left us young and restlessnIt's the how and the when and the power to bendnIt's the getting and losing, wasting and usingnnIs this just weakness, this bleakness I'm caught in?nIs life really rotten and to be forgotten?nThings come back but back for how long?nBecause the things that we had in life and death are now gonenIf you're dying, I'm dying to knownSo I can change all of my words to songs before you gonThe difference between letters and songs is onlynWhere they get sent and who they're stringing alongnnIs this endless, this pendulum sway?nIs it the start of the end or just the end of the day?nIf you think I'm reading your mindnWell then it could be a case of the blind leading the blindnI love you but I'm dragging you downnI don't want to leave you lost, ragged and drownednThe one thing I'm fearing is shooting this yearlingnWatching all things good and true disappearing