Broken window dreams color her eyes in with black lines,
Let it all run down, let it all run down,
There's no explanation or forewarning underneath, all the crimson linings
We approach the streets with a clear conscience we'll survive,
Let it all run down, let it all run down,
It's one way to afford a horizon and not to mention,
It's one way to say we're abandoned, and we don't belong here at all,
And romance just is
Slow it all down, the damage is done,
Play the music loud, don't make a sound,
Lets raise a toast to the sad story, in a dirty cup, in a dirty cup,
You made it, you made it hurt so bad,
You made it hurt, so bad.