You search her eyes but you find yourself, along the lines that crack her face But certain things never seem to change – the poison words, the space between them now
The sound of desperation rips like a wave through the crowd in this quiet bar Where the chosen few drink to better days, and other happy endings Another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in
A flood of red, a city drowning in its sleep It passes by like a blue of grey, with its neon suns and discount glamour girls
The quiet resignation sinks in the eyes of the men on the last train home Where the chosen few think of better days, and other happy endings Another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in Another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in