Текст песни A Sorrowful Race - The Underground Youth

Well, I'm lying in a foreign bed
With a broken chest
A broken rib, a broken heart
Both unable to rest
I curse first the empty bottle
That lies by my side
For the one job that I gave it
Well, it failed as it tried
So I stuck a lit candle
Into the bottle's neck
That reminded me of you
Of the time and place we met
Now the raindrops challenge tears
From the top of my face
Oh, first down to the floor they cry
It's a sorrowful race
Oh, what a waste

Now this cheap conjurer of words asks me
What I hope to achieve?
I tell him nothing more than I know
And I know little more than I believe
Why he's achieved so much more than I
In such a short amount of time?
Well, I'll never understand how or why
I'll just keep writing line after line
After line after line
After line after line
After line after line
After line after line
After line
Now the raindrops challenge tears
From the top of my face
Oh, first down to the floor they cry
It's a sorrowful race
What a waste