Passersby's with hungry eyes
Are asking the way to the moon
And on the street where some guys sleeps
I'm dragging my feet thinking here's one more song left unfinished
But you have a power over me
That I can't explain
And you are reducing me to tears
When you talk this way
Spare yourself the blame
I put out the flame
And I just called to say I'm sorry
Straight up scotch burns down my throat
Reminding me that pain grows as truth
Flows down inside you
So take this song I wrote for you
And tear it up in pieces, smash it
Nothing really matters
Bittersweet symphonies
Are written by those still left standing
So in honesty, answer me this
Why should we keep playing music when no-one is dancing?
But you have a power over me
That I can't explain
And you are reducing me to tears
When you talk this way
Oh where to place the blame
How to weight the shame
Here all songs are left unfinished
Hell, I'll run straight back to you
With every bone you throw me
Asking me to forgive you
Come find me here
Lying in ruins
'Cause in truth you've killed me
But see I'm so fucking happy