[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:14.19]All I do is sleep all day, [00:17.25]and think of you. [00:20.80]A memory of the cushion life [00:24.24]I'm clinging to. [00:27.64]The image of a mutual one, our haven. [00:34.33]The sombre chords of our song, [00:37.57]the fading. [00:41.20]Love is no big truth, [00:44.65]driven by our genes, [00:46.40]we are simple selfish beings. [00:54.77]A symphony that's you, [00:58.12]joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping. [01:22.25]Passion and its brother hate, [01:25.37]they come and go. [01:28.59]Could easily be made [01:31.77]to stay for longer though. [01:35.75]Many people play this game [01:38.61]so willingly, [01:42.25]do I have to be like them, [01:45.27]or be lonely? [01:48.90]Love is no big truth, [01:52.24]driven by our genes, [01:53.81]we are simple selfish beings. [02:02.36]A symphony that's you, [02:05.72]joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping. [02:17.39]I'll never need it again.