When I'm all alone
With my telephone
Browsing pictures of you and me
And after all these years
And all them bitter tears
Undecided how should I feel

Now shots have been fired
You're obviously tired of me
Tired of me
We're gripped by denial
As we enter the final scene
Of make-believe

In this present light
Just another fight
With no winner on either side
And all this wasted time
Neither yours nor mine
With no place for us to hide

More shots have been fired
I'm finally tired of me
Tired of me
Done with denial
Playing this hide and seek
Frail and weak

So now I'm all alone
With my telephone
Deleting pictures of you and me
And after all these years
Time to face the fears
Loneliness and captivity