You were alone
When the news came through
It's the end of the world
And there's nothing you can do
Pretend that you're fine
On the phone to your mother
But break down into pieces
When speaking to your lover
She's falling apart again
She's finding it hard to pretend
The walls closing in
After weeks in your home
Can you escape
The sense of feeling so alone?
Who can you call?
Is there anybody out there?
It's getting hard now
For you to even care
She's falling apart again
She's finding it hard to pretend
She's falling apart again
She's finding it hard to pretend
Can we save her?
The nightingale mutters: 'This tale has been told"
It's the story of people, a well used mold
The poor will stay poor the rich will stay rich
It's a sordid old world, it's a son of a bitch