There's an echo pulling out the meaning Rescuing a nightmare from a dream The voices in my head are always screaming That none of this means anything to me And it's a long way back from seventeen The whispers turn into a scream And I, I'm not coming home Save your breath, I'm nearly Bored to death and fading fast Life is too short to last long Life is too short to last long Life is too short to last long There's a stranger staring at the ceiling Rescuing a tiger from a tree The pictures in her head are always dreaming Each of them means everything to me And it's a long way back from seventeen The whispers turn into a scream And I, I'm not coming home Save your breath, I'm nearly Bored to death and fading fast Life is too short to last long Back on Earth, I'm broken Lost and cold and fading fast Life is too short to last long Life is too short to last long