Innocent idols who turn me on

While selling bibles to babies

We sleep for a while but then you are gone

All I have left is the story.

All I can see before me is the darkest blues

Because I slip to the depths without you.

If I met a waitress could she turn me on

I got the time to let her know me

I keep my focus but my dreams keeps me strong

I come abreast of it slowly.

All I can see before me is the darkest blue

Because I slip to the depths without you.

So many hours that I see before me

Now the stars are out of view

Because I slip to the depths without you.