Nobody wants to dance with me
And nobody wants to guarantee
That these versions of you and me
Will float on this raging sea

Honestly i could set us free
And honestly i should let it be
I’m certain this version of me
Will sink in this submarine

No more running
No more running out of breath
I’m too tired
Tired of counting what is left
The curtain’s closing
Let’s just take a little rest
I guess it’s for the best

Somebody in some magazine
They said to me, quite convincingly
That these versions of you and me:
Their beauty will freeze in memory

Sanity is just a strategy
It keeps me safe from my fantasies
I’m ready, this version of me
Will live through my reckless scheme

No more running
No more running out of breath
I’m too tired
Tired of counting what is left
The curtain’s closing
Let’s just take a little rest
I guess it’s for the best