I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
Those hardfaced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
A fiery throng of muted angels giving love and getting nothing back
God knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence
Behind the tears, inside the lies, a thousand slowly dying sunsets.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
I guess that loneliness came knocking..