If you can't give up the ghost. Or cut the rope. That tugs you down. If you're walking comatose. Obliged to cope. To follow the crowd. Well long live all those lies. You tell yourself. You'll be alright. But there's no kiss goodbye. Only the end. Only the night. I pictured it like you did. Selfishly I thought you'd spare the time. The ones I loved the most. Disfigured it all. The beautiful life. Well long live all those lies. You tell yourself. You'll be alright. But there's no kiss goodbye. Only the end. Only the night. It's a cold way to go. To the hollow below. Well long live all those lies. You tell yourself. You'll be alright. But there's no kiss goodbye. Only the end. Only the night