Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woeI woke up next to you againWoe, woe, woe, woe, woeI lie here wishing you were hereWoe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woeThe moon we couldn't raise at the riverWoe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woeThis isn't love but the life that I loveWoe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woeShallow twenty-something boyCouldn't find a field to voidFractured at the wishing boneMaybe meant to die aloneWoe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woeYou say you have the tools to mendBut loyalty is paper thinA fragment of what never wasThis isn't love but the life that I loveShallow twenty-something boyCouldn't find a field to voidFractured at the wishing boneMaybe meant to die aloneMaybe meant to die alone