What a beautiful piece of heartache this has all turned out to be,
Lord knows we've learned the hard way all about healthy apathy,
And I use these words pretty loosely,
There's so much more to life than words.

There is a me you would not recognise, dear,
Call it the shadow of myself,
And if the music starts before I get there, dance without me,
You dance so gracefully,
I really think I'll be okay,
They've taken their toll, these latter days.

Nothing like sleeping on a bed of nails,
Nothing much here but our broken dreams,
Ah, but, baby, if all else fails, nothing is ever quite what it seems,
And I'm dying inside to leave you with more than just clich's.

There is a me you would not recognise, dear,
Call it the shadow of myself,
And if the music starts before I get there, dance without me,
You dance so gracefully,
I really think I'll be okay,
They've taken their toll, these latter days,
They've taken their toll, these latter days.

Tell them it's real,
Tell them it's really real,
I just don't have much left to say,
They've taken their toll, these latter days,
They've taken their toll, these latter days.