Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car.
It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind.
All our friends are falling out
CanÂ’t look us in the eye
WeÂ’re there to hear that broken sound
Happens when weÂ’re
All alone inside
In the middle of the night
I hear your voice I feel the shake (ashamed?)
Every time I say it
IÂ’m sick instead, write it into
Oh my God, where are we now?
Fractured lies
Dissolving like sugar in the sacrament