now we’re Broken babywe murdered loveand poured it outon barren groundthe bed we shareis now a tomb the faint edge of depressionblurs into constellationsof hopelessnessand the tentative hopeswe wind between our sheetsflee the scrutiny of daylightthere’s nothing left to sayso I’ll just crack on before morning arrivesto break down our doorlike an angry policemanto confiscate what little dignityis