Forlorn

There's no part of us Left untouched By the world There's no spark left to ignite you But I'll try, I'll try, I'll try (To be alone with you, it's as rare as gold) So come to my house And tell me about your plans I'll try to find ways to make it seem like they're ours But they're not, they're yours (To be alone with you, it's a cold day in Hell)