Turn back, I think we're growing old By the bedside, I don't think I can go on No flags in range, dark grey Conversations seem to change My dying friend (I tried my best) Time mends the broken halves But we still seem to fall apart Intoxicated, I thought I'd overcome this Substance amplifies the deficit I've brought the worst out in me The difference of what I should have been These words are swords and they hurt you more You've been through worse, I am so sorry My dying friend (I tried my best) Time mends the broken halves But we still seem to fall apart Time mends the broken halves Will this feeling always last? If not until the end At least until my death Dark grey, heartbeat does not change Turn back I think we're growing cold My dying friend (I tried my best) Time mends the broken halves But we still seem to fall apart My dying friend, my dying love Are we lost?