Your way of life is so strange
I don't know what there is left
Inside my head I'm deranged
Some kind of spiritual theft

What are we doing together?
What are we doing apart?
(x 2)

I owe it all to the sound
Of the pounding in my head
This winter's coming around
And I have been left for dead

Leaving me for dead
You are
Leaving me for dead

What are we doing together?
What are we doing apart?
(x a few)

GUITAR SOLO - FADE