Cnd in the amber of the afterglow, I saw you running in the rain, complete disaster and the undertow
I held your hand but just the same
When all the gold and glitter finally go to rust, at the time we're winning in the war
cnd the highs and lows are just an afterthought, and the widows lose track of the score
Believe me for what more can I say? Believe me oh, what more can I do?
cnd all the chutes and ladders don't amount to much and the Countess has to call a draw
cnd the end of time is going to cost too much, so the chorus starts to chant “Destroy!”
Believe me for what more can I say? Believe me oh, what more can I do?
Believe me