| Not another word, teeth-grinding earth shaking |
| Fascination curls right by the ten cent line |
| The cause of all the damage, slips through her fingers |
| Like gravitation meant to save her from falling |
| Endless spiral, ringing the bell it takes |
| More than she can give, she is the one girl that |
| Disaffected youth swear that they want more than |
| Love or drugs or money, strange how they all seem so Unimportant to her, realizing too late |
| Endless spiral, ringing the bell it takes time |
| Sinking lower, trapped inside everyone else and all |
| They think of, we don’t mind the pain, eighty-seven miles |
| To nowhere, run through the night as I’m leading |
| This girl to goodbye |
| Endless spiral, ringing-the bell it takes time |
| Sinking lower than low, trapped inside everyone else |
| We don’t mind the pain but we miss the season |
| Speeding up the day, effortless, assuming |
| In the time it takes, eighty-seven miles to nowhere |
| Run through the night as I’m leading this girl through the |
| End of the night, not knowing why |
| Pull down the night, end in goodbye |