All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made
I´m sure all of them were wrong

Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
And I´m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don´t make
I guess it´s just like breathing and not wanting to
Yeah, there are some things you can´t fake

Well, I guess that it´s typical
To cling to memories you´ll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
And there below his frozen face

You wrote the name and that ancient date
And you can´t believe that he´s really gone
When all that´s left is a fucking song

And I´m sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that it is late
But thank you for talking, because I needed to
Some things just can´t wait...