What could I say?
Nothing's OK
No need to ask
When you know the answer
Anchors aweigh
It's Agony Bay
Look in their eyes
Despair is like cancer
And we wait for better days
Better days that never come
Truly brave's the one who stays
In the end we all succumb
To being captured in this place
Where better days will never come
Drowsy decay
In dirty gray
Let's get depressed
It's the ideal location
Don't count the years
Time disappears
We've ended up
At the wrong destination
Notes:
Greetings from the lukewarm backwaters of Europe,
where every day's an all time low!