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