♪
There will be no consolation prize ♪
♪ Next time the bone is broken clean ♪
♪ No baptism,
no reprise,
and no sweet taste of victory ♪
♪ All the stars have fallen from the
sky and everything else in between ♪
♪ Satellites have closed their eyes,
the moon has gone
to sleep ♪
♪ Here I am inside a hotel,
choking on a million words I've said ♪
♪ Cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are drunk and penniless ♪
♪ Here I am inside my father's arms,
all jagged bone and whiskey dry ♪
♪ Whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I
will never die ♪
♪ Here I am, an empty hallway,
broken window, rainy night ♪
♪ I am
1962 and I am ready for a fight ♪
♪ People crying hallelujah while the bullet leaves the gun ♪
♪ People falling,
falling,
falling and I
don't know where they're falling from ♪
♪ Hoping that the kindness will lead us past the blindness,
not another living soul will ever have to feel ♪
♪ In love...
ahhh...
♪