(I lie awake in the blackroom .... I know she's not coming back .....)

Old lovers never die, they only fade away.
Never to be glorious, glorious.
Never start to shine, done before their time.
In a way that's beautiful ... so beautiful ....

Decompression is a lie, overrated alibi.
The truth is love, I miss your cry.
Something precious starts to die.
(That's decompression)

A voice that leaves me cold .... so hungover and old.
Effortlessly decimates, decimates.
All my lover's there, I can barely care.
Everyone is melting now, melting now.

retort:
Don't you tell me its a lie, like we barely even tried.
I miss you love but I don't know why.
Decompression starts to die.
(That's decompression)