Every time you look away,
You’ll see him frowning in dismay,
Every time you turn your back,
He’ll tell you something that he lacks
Every blazing brand new day,
You’ll see his conscience wither and fray,
You look into his eyes,
He will tell you no lies,
You turn to him,
His face is no longer dim,
He’ll just shut his feelings in a bottle,
Light the ignition and hold down the throttle,
On a ship going nowhere,
‘Cause he’s ripped apart in cold despair.
