Life, it seems to fade away -

Drifting further everyday.
Getting lost within myself,
Nothing matters, no one else.
I have lost the will to live,
Simply nothing more to give.
There is nothing more for me,
Need the end to set me free.
Things not what they used to be,
Missing one inside of me,
Deathly loss, this can't be real.
Cannot stand this hell; I feel,
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony.
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me - but now, he's gone.

Dire Straits
"Fade to Black"
1991

Will you and your friend come around?

Are you and your friend gonna get on down?
Will you and your friend come around,
Or are you and your friend gonna let me down?

If you talk to one another,
I'm a hungry man.
Let me know one way or the other,
So I can make my plans.

Will you and your friend come around,
Or are you and your friend gonna get on down?
Will you and your friend come around,
Or are you and your friend gonna get on down?

I relive the situation,
Still see it in my mind.
You got my imagination
Working overtime.

Mark Knopfler
"You and your friend"
1991

These mist-covered mountains

Are a home now for me,
But my home is the lowlands,
And always will be...
Some day you’ll return to
Your valleys and your farms,
And you’ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms.

Through these fields of destruction,
Baptisms of fire
I’ve witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher.
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm,
You did not desert me,
My brothers in arms.

There’s so many different worlds,
So many differents suns -
And we have just one world,
But we live in different ones...

Now the sun’s gone to hell,
And the moon’s riding high.
Let me bid you farewell -
Every man has to die.
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line on your palm:
We’re fools to make war
On our brothers in arms.

Dire Straits
1985

It's a mystery to me -

The game commences
For the usual fee
Plus expenses...
Confidential information,
Contained in a diary.
This is my investigation -
Not a public inquiry.
I go checking out the reports,
Digging up the dirt.
You get to meet all sorts
In this line of work.
Treachery and treason -
There's always an excuse for it,
And when I find the reason
I still can't get used to it.
And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
- A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies,
Blinds on the windows and a pain behind the eyes.
Scarred for life - no compensation...
Private investigations...

Dire Straits
1982