La la la la la la la And in the hours that followed, no one could repair In the quiet morning, there was much despair That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline

And the madness overtakes us My God is better than yours And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

Say something, I'm giving up on you Anywhere, I would've followed you I'll be the one, if you want me to And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl

With a suitcase in my hand It had two lights on behind Well I followed her, to the station Yeah, I followed her to the station Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain When the train, come in the station I looked her in the

Who knows how long I've been lost in the dark.Followed. Closely by the footsteps of my failures. What can I do to alter my perception of the way and the truth? Drowning Once again.Will I live another day? Let this burden drift away. Who knows how long

It's been a bad day Please don't take a picture Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, Lord Count your blessings We're sick of being jerked around We all fall down A public service Announcement followed me home the other day I paid it never mind

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now