It's midnight, we're fighting It's more than, just chiding No more she wants to feel these selfish hands The flyscreen is broken More wrong words are spoken She's leaving and I don't know what to do... what to do Brain, brain, brain, brain won't you help me You know this day, isn't going to last for long Brain, brain, brain, brain won't you guide me These arms, these legs, propel them to another day I just cannot stall her As cab lights grow smaller An empty road reflects the crimson sky The night lights are blinking At logic that's sinking Digesting things that are not rational... not rational