It's too late, and I can't help. You'll just have to save yourself when the ship starts going down, 'cause I've already left this town. You may think that you're alone, and no one else has ever known blurring lines of right and wrong. I can't tell which side I'm on.
And you'll see me. Wake me up if I'm asleep. I can take what you give me. We're spinning around and settling down. I guess this is the thanks I get.
I've been told that happiness eats away the loneliness that's starting to become your mood. You feel that there is nothing you can do.
So take my hand. It's ok, just believe me. I'm still your friend. I am here if you need me to help you survive and not take a dive. There is hope that comes by the morning: A new change from glory to glory.