Ronnie’s here for fifty dire minutes
The phone’s silent no one’s at the door
The food is cold Ronnie’s in low spirits
There’s wine at hand the flask is in the drawer


Everything is out of place I can’t keep it cool, poker faced
I’m lost without you

I got no one to speak my mind I’m so full of dirt I cannot unwind
I’m lost without you


Ronnie waits another half an hour
Drops of sweat are running down his spine
He feels his mind will shortly be devoured
Unless she comes at last it’s not gonna end up fine


Every breath is such a strain
It all feels like falling down the drain
I’m lost without you

The daemon’s stuck I my poor head It’s got tens of cubs waiting to be fed
I’m lost without you

All the stars in outer space keep giving me signs to leave this place
I’m lost without you

There is no scheme of large events just minds projecting transcendence
I’m lost without you


Everything is out of place I can’t keep it cool poker faced
I’m lost without you

There was nothing there will be none of the many that claim to be the one
I’m lost without you

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