Tuesday came and I feigned happy
Im so lonely here
This thing between my lungs is making me so tired
Its bleeding me
You know me, and how I hate this
Weve said enough for now
Although its been three hours we havent spoke at all
Oh, inside this empty cabinet,
Nothing shines in here
On the edge of night,
We look down on our streets and houses,
You felt sick so I drove back
And if we go back to stars we wont need any money
We wont need these poor hearts
This crowd incites my riots,
Ill try to calm them down.
Criminals compound my weakness
Im barley hanging on
Theyre bleeding me
Oh, why cant I feel it?
Nothing hurts down here.
On the edge of night,
We look down on our streets and houses
You felt sick so I drove back
And if we go back to starts we wont need any money
We wont need these poor hearts