Living in recession, It isolates the time that's passed, And it feels so long. I reach for that line, I can't hold on. I can't see what lies beneath the words. Where have I been? Between what rests in my soul and what's given, It will never weigh the truth. But I won't give up, This is not where I stop. The truth, it lies, And there is faith behind the frames. I have a lot riding on this, And I can't afford to give up now. The scene's repeating. I won't give up. I've come to the conclusion, That there is no escaping. And I told you once, And I'll tell you again, Secrets are kept by old men. And I told you once, And I told you then, When we survive, we only pretend. This is the golden rule: Keep what you have, cause it's all we have left.