I dont remember the password I entered
To get through your door I dont see you anymore
Your clothes are returned and your letters are burned
Now I dont take your street just in case we should
Meet
Youre on your own and I am out of myself and we are
Not even talking when
Were
Feeling most alone
Trying to fix the hole
In my separated soul
We all know what we have but not what well get
As the carpet was moving Im sure thats what you said
And the rules are made by you
All the complications too
You just try to simplify
When you say away with you
Cannot phone cause Ill hang up at the tone
Though youre the bite and the only antidote for
Feeling most alone
Trying to fix the hole
In my separated soul
So we go around and round in ever changing roles
You know that everybodys trying to be free
To be more than one alone but less than three
Youd see if you could be my separated soul
Mornings and evenings watching monicas statements
cause the channels are all turned into
Feeling most alone
Trying to fix the hole
In my separated soul