All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Is it something that we are or something that we've done?
And is there anybody else as lonely as me?
And if so, where could you be?
We could play cards or something
And is this really all that we are?
All the desperate people, what do we need to find?
Is it in our circumstances, or is it lost inside?
I'm not pretty enough to be this dumb
And I'm not brilliant enough to be this much of a loser
When will we all be lost in love?
When will your world have suffered enough?
It's like the snow falling in May
Tell me it'll end someday
Because I can't take much more of these mistakes
All the dying people, where do they all go to?
Will this growing body count ever be enough for you?
When will we all be lost in love?
When will your world have suffered enough?
It's like the snow falling in May
Tell me it'll end someday
Because I can�t take much more of these mistakes
Someday I'll be strong
Someday I'll be true
One day I'll be gone
One day I'll be through
Like answers without form
Like a pleasant bitter taste
This calm inside the storm
What a beautiful disgrace
Someday I'll be strong
Someday I'll be able
One day I'll be gone
One day I'll be stable
Like the lightning before thunder
Like the words behind your face
I'll stand back in wonder
At the world you laughed into place