Until we're pulled apartnA world undonenHalf-crushed into the tidenA race un-runnnFor this, for everythingnWe've chased too longnAbandonnI'd rather benThe simplest sonnnOutside immensitynOf lives and liesnTo turn, to turn will benThe quiet sidennFor this, for everythingnWe've chased too longnAbandonnI'd rather benThe simplest son