I said goodbye to my friends in the city
Sighed to myself to console the love of my own company
Took a walk on the moors just gone midnight
Thought I'd write a song for the lonely
We always say we never ever trust someone to love
They look like conquerors who've laid themselves to rest
And while I revel in self pitied isolation
My bloodless face is still the kingdom of sadness
I said goodbye ...
I let the cool wind blow the hair across my face
I feel a hundred years and a thousand miles away
And my ban*l attempt to glorify my isolation
Allows this bleak intoxication to go on and on and on