This Mortal Coil - Bitter and Sad

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