The Lovesong Writer

[Intro]
Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist, he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells, fill up the alleys
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We (We, we, we)
Will pretend (We, we, we, we)
That it's all just made up

[Chorus]
The songs that he writes
Are too personal
He can't play them for anyone

[Verse 1]
When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings
"Ooooh
Can anyone hear me now?"
No one hears him now
So he stumbles through syllables cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet
"Please give us meaning"

[Verse 2]
(Pose for me now)
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You're the queen of spades
You're the sound that she makes on her way
There's always a way out
There's always a way out

[Verse 3]
When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings
"Ooooh
Can anyone hear me now?"
But no one hears at all
The lovesong writer sits all alone
When he hears the sound of the knock at the door

[Verse 4]
50 red roses, falling apart
In the hands of someone
That you scripted and left behind
All of the others
Scorned by their lovers showed up at your door
Staring you down, they said:
"Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now"
"Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now"

[Outro]
No way out
No way out
No way out
No way out