Well it's one thing to be broke And another thing to be broken I will miss you when I'm drowning Said the rain to the ocean The one thing she is is gone The other thing she is is gone This is the one about countinig out The corners of my room Trying to hold on Let me show you what the heart looks like when it's hot In bed when your back was folded Neatly between my shoulders Like an envelope and a letter And even I could tell the truth Well it gave me a private storm So I broke up into thirds in your pasture Now I'm tracing this brutal longing It's a trick that I just can't master Chorus The night has no concern For my moments so they just burn In a fire that looks like dullness In a pyre that sucks up the darkness There is nothing profound about thirst It's the nothing part that cuts the worst And the Morse Code rain with it's relentless message: "Fool you're not the first" Chorus