Is it the withering of tired leaves All so neatly woven around that laurel wreath? Or the collapsing of a history Of victories getting lapped now by all my towering defeats? To be a champion in your eyes Someone that you might be proud to stand beside But I bribed the judge and poisoned the field Medals and trophies are only all that I could steal
But you found me in the morning, December in my eyes Falling apart, bloodshot, outside Craigmaddie Hospital As you fly by on the 93, what are the odds? I don't know, impossible Got your call, I needed it more than I could let on to you I could let on to anyone Could hear it in the corners of all of my words In the silence, you heard all that's unspoken
You don't have to be lonely alone I could be there in a heartbeat Lonely alone You don't have to be lonely alone I could be there in a heartbeat Lonely alone
As all my statues start crumbling I don't really know what it is that I'm offering And all I've got here is raining leaves All once so neatly woven around that laurel wreath
But you found me in the morning, December in my eyes Falling apart, bloodshot, outside Craigmaddie Hospital As you fly by on the 93, what are the odds? I don't know, impossible Got your call, I needed it more than I could let on to you I could let on to anyone Could hear it in the corners of all of my words In the silence, you heard all that's unspoken
You don't have to be lonely alone I could be there in a heartbeat Lonely alone You don't have to be lonely alone I could be there in a heartbeat Lonely alone, lonely alone
You don't have to be lonely alone I could be there in a heartbeat Lonely alone You don't have to be lonely alone I could be there in a heartbeat Lonely alone, lonely alone
Compositores: Andrew Donald John Davie (Andrew Davie), Kevin Anthony Jones ECAD: Obra #21058812