Texty: Triffids (The). Treeless Plain. Nothing Can Take Your Place.

I could think all day about all of the things I could say to you
But I won't even try to sway you
I might drink a few, what's the point, I've got too much to lose
No I don't want a drink I want you
Chorus: Most times my mind is open to reason/everything falls into place
But when you start to talk about going then
that's something I cannot face/nothing can take your place.
Pacing around my room. I keep facing disasters that loom
Yes my very survival's at stake (Chorus)