Why are we, sober again?
Why are we still, here my friend?
Why aren't we, climbing?
Why are we still falling?

When will this ever end (the end is all I have)
When will this ever end, This is all, that I have

Standing here in the cold rain,
street lamps with their desperate rays
I'm caught up in this storm,
spiraling straight down

Looking down into, these truthful waters,
these images distorted by, things I can't control
as the scarlet night, has drawn it's black lines
it washes away our memories

When will this ever end (the end is all I have)
When will this ever end, This is all, that I have

Standing here in the cold rain,
street lamps with their desperate rays
I'm caught up in this storm,
spiraling straight down, straight down