Go ahead echo her form
Hold her close to you
Memorise her silhouette
She's crazy about you
Tell her that you love her and not see it as defeat
Or end up old and bitter
Not so bitter sweet


Here lies this washed up beatnik
Exhausted and bored
Passion's a tiring thing
Especially when you're old


I saw you cry for her
I saw you smash and scream
I heard you were a man who does not cry
Where do you now find comfort?
What have you achieved?
Are you still oh so sure
of all the things you once believed?

Here lies this washed up beatnik
Exhausted and bored
Passion's a tiring thing
Especially when you're old

Go ahead echo her form
Hold her close to you
Memorise her silhouette
She's crazy about you
Tell her that you love her and not see it as defeat
Or end up old and bitter
Not so bitter sweet