All I do is sleep all day, and think of you a memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to the image of a mutual one, our haven the sombre chords of our song, the fading love is no big truth driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings a symphony that's you joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping ->G#m Passion and its brother hate, they come and go could easily be made to stay for longer though many people play this game so willingly do I have to be like them, or be lonely? love is no big truth driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings a symphony that's you joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping Another view of what there is to it, getting me through it I'll never need it again