Just a rag-piece of white flag wind-hung to the wire, led on for nothing in an early-
Autumn ice rain. I'm holding on for some kind of long-lost, love-lit fire. But it's gone. Ghost love of
Dead summer bound for the cold hills, Road-hardened hearts, grow harder still, til they're gone.
Leaving is staying, Some Hearts just keep breaking, Broke and unspoken it's true. Yeah it's true.
Leaving is staying, Some hearts keep breaking, Broke and unspoken, it's true. Leaving is
Staying, Some hearts just keep taking, Broken unspoken, it's true. Yeah it's you.