The moment's passed again,nand the music gives the answersnthat we know we'll never say.nSo we go on in this apartment,nthe silence filling spacesnthat I brought with me.nAnd this bottle's feeling sorry,nand my stomach's feeling empty,nand the moments just go on by.nAll the drinks are in the past tensenand the words won't make a difference,nso I guess we'll let them lie.nnSomehow, this doesn't mean a thing,nthis knowing that we're on a moving trainnto last year, and the old fearsnjust mean we're still the same.nnStarry eyes and sterile needles,nwe drink and then repeat it:nthe mistakes I'll make again.nMy stomach turns into a regretnand I am dressed in disappointment.nDo you think you feel the same?nLittle pills and all the rest ofnevery hour I get the best of,nit doesn't add up to a thing.nI pass out and wake beside younin the empty hospital room,nand I still don't feel a thing.nnStay up later every night,nI don't want a fight now every timenthat the silence eats our moments,nand all our stars burn out and die.nnAnother day, another distance,nanother time I'll never miss this;nanother slow decaying sunrise.nAnd we'll drink ourselves to sleep andnwake up older and depleted.nWe don't sleep, nwe just close our eyesnand count the starsnin our empty bottled skies.