A coma might feel better than this,
Attempting to discover where to begin.
You´re weighed down, you´re full of something.
Of sickness, and desertion.
You´re weighed down, you´re full of something,
You´re underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love,
And hold your head up high.
There´s no need to rush
We´re all just waiting, waiting to die.

Hoping a better place is all I need,
With moments of innocence and mystery.
Oh, it´s the little things you miss.
Like waking up all alone.
Oh, it´s the little things you miss,
When you´re underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love,
And hold your head up high.
There´s no need to rush
We´re all just waiting, waiting to die.

All your friends seem like enemies
When you´re broken down and empty.
All your friends seem like enemies
When you´re broken down and empty.

So say goodbye to love,
And hold your head up high.
There´s no need to rush
We´re all just waiting, waiting to die.