I am running out of ammunition For the soldier in my head They'll only love me with condition None of you will know until I'm dead When I wake without her It's like a sun without a cloud Beautifully serene and gentle And not something of which I'm proud I have always said that pointless races Should never be run at all They should be kept away and chained up And never mentioned at all But I can't see the point in Walking like I do I get from A to B and back again When all I'm doing is passing through (I liked it, I liked it, it scared me so I loved it, I loved it, it burned me so I miss it, I miss it, everywhere I go)