You look so precious, why'd you cry?
I couldn't handle a goodbye
Earthquakes rumble all around, I wonder if I'm the only one
Who seems to be
Left here all alone Silver-tongue stuck on the phone
Couldn't find a difference in your answer
Hope is a silly thing Cling to it with broken wings
Claw away at the sandbags near the altar
It hurts to fly again
Those statues of lonely intent
It's like learning to walk with two broken legs
Tied around my legs I'll piece them together
And when I do, I'll worry about the rest
Time moves slowly with pictures on hold
Burn them, degrade them They'll still be there to hold
Still be there to hold Will they be there to hold
Still be there to hold Will they be there to hold
Still be there to hold Will they be there to hold
Still be there to hold Will they be there to hold
Left here all alone Silvertongue stuck on the phone
Couldn't find a difference in your answer
Hope is a silly thing Cling to it with broken wings
Claw away at the sandbags near the altar
Left here all alone
Hope is a silly thing Cling to it with broken wings
Claw away at the sandbags near the altar
Claw away at the sandbags near the altar