Из альбома: ...Half-Told Bedtime Stories
Penelope crossed the sea
No, she didn't, but that's what I would have done if it were me
I'd sail to Malta to ask her
Why she keeps you in your misery
Forget us all for wasting you
For being imperfect, for existing the way that we do
I could never be what you want
And I'm the one who'll end up dying of a broken heart
I will never be what you want
And I will end up dying of a broken heart
Cause of death was not a broken heart
It was removal of the stolen part
Cause of death was not a broken heart
It was removal of the stolen part
This is our own Greek tragedy
We write our very own twisted ending
This is our own Greek tragedy
We write our very own twisted ending
This is our own Greek tragedy
This is our own Greek tragedy
Penelope crossed the sea