I saw it all, I was asleep by the fire
We should turn our affections into a pyre
If you want to, you can kiss me tonight
But we will leave only ash as memento
I try hard, but you don't even see me
You hate your boss and you hate your industry
I can take the bus a pretty sizeable distance
You don't talk, but I can tell you're listening
And I don't have a word to say to you
There is nothing left to think that's new
I can't tell if you are near or far
You seem detached from your corporeal self
We're stuck in a haze and I'm growing malaise
Soon this harvest, we will properly taste
I try hard, but you don't even see me
You hate your boss and you hate your industry
I can take the bus a pretty sizeable distance
You don't talk, but I can tell you're listening
And I don't have a word to say to you
There is nothing left to think that's new