There's a little bit of you in me, nAnd though we're afraid to say it, nWe want to keep it down, n'Cause I want what I have to reach, nWhen I'm on the verge of one lane, nIt's no use now.nnAnd you froze when I showed I cared, nWhen we've all forgotten how to live, nHow to bend, nAnd you stop, to say it's true, nAs we toast to the last dead honeymoon, nHoneymoon, nnWhere do we go? Where do we hide, nTwo thousand years, and, nWhat did we find?nThrown back, how we beg, how we plead, nYour life slowed down, you cannot believe in me, nnWhere do we go?nWhere do we hide?nTwo thousand years, and, nWhat did we find?nThrown back, how we beg, nHow we plead, nBut into the violets, nOff into the pleasures I've made.