The half-moon is aching, bitter and sad.   We are wet. we are stripped to the bone.   It's out of our hands, the dream we're bound to dream.   We are wet, always alone   How many ways can you say goodbye   That was nothing   ?? something   How many days were in dreaming   In many ways just a lie   In better days I'd be dreaming   As my life passed me by   Now pardon me for trying   Trying to tear apart   And pardon me for lying   It's just easy, so easy, to start