Tuesday came and
I feigned happy
I’m so lonely here
This thing between my
lungs is making me so tired
It’s bleeding me
You know me
and how I hate this
We’ve said enough for now
Although it’s been three hours
we haven’t 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
won’t need any money
We won’t need
these poor hearts
This crowd incites my riots
I’ll try to calm them down
Criminals compound
my weakness
I’m barley hanging on
They’re bleeding me
Oh why can’t 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
won’t need any money
We won’t need
these poor hearts
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
won’t need any money
We won’t need
these poor hearts