Who blinks first
You’re going to win
The fallen doves of lovers' vows
In the world all around us
And I would like if you’ve got the time
To talk to you about what this breakup has done to me
I have lost the feeling that I thought I’d never lose
Now where am I going
At what cost, the feeling that I thought I’d never lose
It is barbaric
Now you can’t play to every taste
The powder keg of common cause
All of us carry trauma
And in lieu of an explanation
I will pour oil from the cup
On the pyre of abdication
You have lost
The feeling that you thought you’d never lose
Now where are you going, darling
At what cost, the feeling that you thought you’d never lose
And it is barbaric
Empty grove, winter darkness
We are taking down the scaffolds very soon
Crow dappled the lonely baubles on the plane tree
The can of soup and heating up to ten
Which leaves me to the part
Where we agreed on different dreams
And that we had lost the feeling that we thought we’d never lose
Now where are we going
At what cost, the feelings that we thought we’d never lose
It is barbaric
We have lost the feeling that we thought we’d never lose
Now where are we going
We have lost, the feeling that we thought we’d never lose
It is barbaric darling
We have lost the feeling that we thought we’d never lose
Now where are we going
We have lost the feeling that we thought we’d never lose
It is barbaric