It's just been too long racing towards a yellow light, and I know that I say this every night, but I don't think I've ever been so tired of life.

And if things should not get better, would you wait for me to change, or would I see you waving goodbye from the window of an aeroplane? If I told you it was hopeless, would you try to understand, or would you leave me for a palm tree and its shadow on the sand?