Getting low, feel it changing
Losing hope, vacant faces
Fire barely just alive
Dark roads, lonely places
Future ghosts, faded pages
See the distances in our eyes

When this all falls down
As it closes round
We could be enemies
Could this be the end of me?

As the days draw out
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies
Could this be the end of me?

As the days draw out
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies

Enemies

Getting low, empty spaces
Letting go, vacant faces
Fire's barely still alive

When this all falls down
As it closes round
We could be enemies
Could this be the end of me?

Enemies
Enemies

Could this be the end of me?

As the days draw out
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies

Could this be the end of me?

Could this be the end of me?

As the days draw out
When this hits the ground
We could be enemies
Enemies