What's passed these hands? All these drugs and one night stands So I tremble when I think of what she'd do She'd say something like: "You're no good, You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood" We all need a fix, I guess I need one too But I'm trying madly to calm these nerves With something new I got this heavy debt, I've got nothing left But this daunting weight slung round my neck You got the callous mouth, all your endless doubts We spent this fifteen weeks, trying to work it out Do think we're getting to something new? Oh God, not another fight I'm always trying to get the details right I remember when you told me you felt saved When you promised you'd lay flowers on my grave Just like they used to do Is it something new? And now here I stand With these blood soaked hands On this sleepless night, that never ends And these songs I sing With these hopes that I cling to Desperately wondering Are we finally getting to something new? Is it something new? Are we finally to something new?