A Loverless Bed (Without Remission)

Such a shame that I can't get over this;
Put the axle on and roll again.

Such a Saturn eye will close again;
Watching every ring turning again.

And I close my eyes
To everything you've rearranged.
And I close my mind
To everything you've kept the same.
Put the axle on and roll again.

Cannot keep you in my bed again;
Wake up every time, leave your space again.

When the hairline breaks and leands you in
To the woman you've turned red again.