The Fine Art Of Falling Apart

I walk alone and I I ride alone and I I rock myself to sleep Baby, there ain't enough room in this world For people like you And horrors like me A time of darkness There lived a girl in a cave in the woods Disguised as a bee At night she would fly into the city Sting the cause And sting the cost And she would hover over me Whispering And so we sing We're surfacing We're surfacing