But will the cut be clean?
And leave us stranded in both lives.
Through and through is everything of you.
I'm a tired man, say it's all right, all right?
I'm this tired man, say it's all right, all right?
A time when you will be with me.
So why should we ever come down?
But the law draws the line.
It would still be the same.
All the pressure would remain.
I can read the unwritten law.
Destroys what's left of us.
How does it warrant such devotion?