Like a cracked and fallen headstone
Lying broken on the grave
There might not be any explanation
'Cos all the letters have been worn away with age

It might not seem like I was listening
I t might seem that I couldn’t compromise
but the sea, in the night, like a christening
it found me glistening with my goodbyes
I don’t need reasoning or anything that it buys

Well I took count of my actions,
But could I not – count em again?
Cos I’m just watching handfuls of ticket stubs
They’re disappearing down the drain
they fall around me just like the rain
one broken morning it all came out to me
my recollections were all but lies
don’t make it up to me, just cut my ties,
don’t wear those clothes for me, they burn my eyes
Line em all up, line em up