Do you suffer loneliness at night?
Keep a hold
Are you stirred, shattered and shy?
Don't let it go

Is there any doubt when the hurt, the hurt it does you proud?

Draw circles round the targets,
Look how far you've came.
With bare feet, keep running
You can make it out again
And add a mile on to the end
It's elegant pain, my dear

Be the life, be the soul
You'll always be alone
Try and trespass all these feelings
Or carry them proudly to the grave