It's just about time to give up on you No more thoughts from moving mountains No more passing out in banks Bashing heads while trying to whisper Comatose from dead-end creeps It's just about time to give up on you Unless the morning finds you dry In a highchair spitting up Let the sunlight strangle you No more thoughts from moving mountains No more passing out in banks Bashing heads while trying to whisper Comatose from dead-end creeps It just about time to give up on you Unless the morning finds you dry In a highchair spitting up Let the sunlight strangle you Raise your glass up to the wall Put your ear to what you've lost Let the silence strangle you