clien

Breaking your heart was never my intention Playing with parts too fragile in the ending We have become alien We have become alien Give me a song that weighs a ton We have become alien Stop and we start, asking all the questions Raising alarm, a symptom of the tension Though we're unarmed, we fumble through the trenches Taking apart all that we invented We have become alien We have become alien Give me a song that weighs a ton We have become alien We played the part til comfort's gone cnd now the only language is loss The language of loss We have become alien We have become alien Give me a song that weighs a ton We have become alien