Из альбома: Our Hearts Will Beat As One
This world is a lonely place 
One head, two pillows 
Old statues made from the dead 
Only noticed by pigeons 
When I hung up the phone last night 
You just sounded so tired 
From all the bastards 
That keep bringing you down 
So don’t let them hurt you 
They don’t feel like we do 
They hang on to things 
They’re puppets with strings 
With no one to pull 
So don’t let them push you 
Don’t let them use you 
And even if you fall 
Just say “fuck them all” 
When you hit the floor 
This world is a lonely place 
One head and two pillows 
So you keep remembering yourself 
All the good things that you’re missing 
I guess When you’re down and out 
You just don’t feel the danger 
So here they come, There they go, 
The bastards once again 
So don’t let them hurt you 
They don’t feel like we do 
They hang on to things 
They’re puppets with strings 
With no one to hurt 
So don’t let them push you 
Don’t let them use you 
And even if you fall 
Just say “fuck them all” 
So don’t let them hurt you 
They don’t feel like we do 
They hang on to things 
They’re puppets with strings 
With no one to pull 
So don’t let them push you 
Don’t let them use you 
Even if you fall 
Just say “fuck them all” 
When you hit the floor 
When you hit the floor