This is the anatomy
of my broken heart. Broke – torn apart.
The shot, the sprint, and my false start
leaves me all alone.
So you’ve recaptured your college years,
under the weight of grown-up fears
the planes fly by, you hold back tears
you are all alone.
Did you find no questions?
Did you find no answers dear?
Did you find it’s all unclear
when you’re all alone?
The ruling class this monarchy.
The crown, this town – down to the sea.
The wasted papers of your pedigree
when you’re all alone.
So walk with me beneath bright stars,
Past poppy fields and unmarked cars.
Walk with me while we’re still ours,
and we’re all alone.
(as heard RIGHT HERE)