At about 10:45 this morning
Everything felt almost real
Like in the days when my thoughts matched my face
Like in the days when I could feel
I wish I didn't have to be so jaded
It isn't fun, it isn't fair
But while there's people and actions and words
I know it always has to be there
Now I'm nothing but a broken spirit and a canvas soul
Sorry, didn't I say, my love, there's always a price to pay
For staying young when you're growing old
And at about 8:45 this evening
Something landed on the green
So cut and run beneath a Wicker Man sun
Do you know the sort I mean?
Time to face the final new sensation
The only thing I have never seen
Escape the gloom of your Miss Havisham room
Hang up your hang-ups now and join me
For you're nothing but a kindred spirit
In a crumbling world
Sorry, didn't I say, my love, there's always a price to pay
For stepping out with a pretty girl
And after what we found on Horsell Common
Life will never be the same
So take my hand on vermilion sands
'Cause there's nothing left to gain
The world might not be ours for much longer
It wasn't ours before we came
So run your hands through vermilion sands
Nobody left to hate or to blame
For I'm nothing but a tortured spirit and an ancient mind
Sorry, didn't I say, my love, there's always a price to pay
For sticking 'round till the end of time
For sticking 'round till the end of time