And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss. So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it. But me, I’m not a gamble, you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist… I’ve got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train. If you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same. We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain. But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.