Farewell old friend
                                        a season ends
                                  and your conscience lends
                                    all your lies at hand
                                              -
                                    because you're a star
                                      and you'll go far
                                    you stand in the flame
                                     just to make a name
                                              -
                                           (chorus)
                                  you glance at the ceiling
                                      buy another round
                                    lonely but for feeling
                                   i can hang around (yeah)
                                   i can hang around (yeah)
                                              -
                                       the clock i know
                                    it takes time to fall
                                     as the fall i'll do
                                       if only for you
                                              -
                                    and the chance to run
                                       has left me spun
                                     run around the core
                                    of what i need you for
                                              -
                                         the disaster
                          and after all i need you to remind myself
                                              -
                                      but it's my fault
                                      it's not my fault
                                    i can't hear the pain
                                      well pause no more
                               i've never prayed before (yeah)
                                     never prayed before
                                              -
                                  (doo doo doot doo doo doo)
                                              -
                                           (chorus)
                                   ya glance at the ceiling
                                      buy another round
                                    lonely but for feeling
                                    that i can hang around
                                      i can hang around