Late, I can stay up late

In and out of bed

Cleaning up the mess

Trying to be honest

Cause I know I am on it

In this, the last time I speak of it

The loyalties that have been broken

Mine isn't dead

One thing is true

Nothing is sacred

When everyone's talking

And nobody's listening

When we confide in all those friends they're

Just messengers

One thing is true

You throw the matters into blue skies

Turning to grey,

Falling out every day

...

One thing that's free

I confide in you with the truth

Late, I can stay up late

In and out of bed

Cleaning up the mess

Inside my head

...