In The Throes

 

 

 

 

In The Throes

 

In the throes of depression you’ll find you’re not alone


You’ve got the sadness, the sorrows


And all the fears you call your own

 

 

In the silence of loneliness you’ll find it’s not that bad


You got the time to dwell


On all the good times that you had

 


Chorus


In the throes of depression


You have got a friend


Someone to rely on


That you can drink up in the end

 


In the wake of your solitude you’ll see it can’t get worse


You got the sense of belonging


To the darkness that you nurse

 


In your hours of remembrance you’ll see it ain’t that sad


You know it can’t hurt more


And that might just make you glad