Like your sullen little heart

Small and sheltered in the dark

You go out looking for the pain

Find love then throw it all away

When the clock strikes three

On the nights when I believe

I'm stuck reciting all your demon poetry

I spit it out

I'm gonna get free

Of the lonely

Way you held me

All to yourself

I built a house around me

Just to hide from your gaze

What an awful waste

Flowed down the river

Just an empty silhouette

Just a figure on the bed

A hesitation

A revelation

Of your delusions

Of your humours

I'm gonna get free

Of the lonely

Way you held me

All to yourself

I built a house around me

Just to hide from your gaze

What an awful waste

Oh, the clanging

Of the bells overhead

Oh, they tell me

That it's over

But I dreamed a dream

That I trusted myself

And my old beliefs

Flowed down the river