I’m prone to hunger
You’re prone to leaving
Escaping nothing
While getting nowhere
Your constant running
My constant wanting
Achieving nothing
By being nothing

Will you come my way?
Will I come yours?
Now you love me
Now you don’t
Will you come round?
Will I go down?
Now you love me
Now you don’t

By suppressing hope
By suppressing truth
I remain in tune
With this song we’re singing
For all I know
It’s the end of me
Am I for or against?
I can’t trust myself

Will you come my way?
Will I come yours?
Now you love me
Now you don’t
Will you come round?
Will I go down?
Now you love me
Now you don’t