Gold turned into stone
Wish that it would show that I would
Been sinking so low, oh no

Dead ends in a start
We never get far show that is has
No meaning in it all, oh no

So many empties to fill
My trembling hands can't help from my beginning

Slightly defected not one happened
Selling your stories not one happened

Whenever you're wasted
You're not in my hands
You're in some other person's hands
Whenever you're wasted
You're not in my hands
You're in some other person's hands

Lines drawn on a map
Points us to go where we have been
Already we've been so low

Friends talking of you
Saying bad things but it's the things
Your thinking of you, oh no

Throw me line if you will
My trembling hands can't hold the truth you telling

Overly wasted not one happened
Under-productive not one happened

Whenever you're sorry
You're not in my hands
You're in some other defect hands
Whenever you're sorry
You're not in my hands
You're in some other defect hands

Whenever you're sorry
You're not in my hands
You're in some other defect hands
Whenever you're sorry
You're not in my hands
You're in some slightly defect hands