This ain’t a sing-along, this is a closed door ballad

This ain’t me signing off last I did last album

Don’t sing our swan song, at least hold off til the end

This is dedication, like the ink sewn in your skin or bleeding from your pen

This is nothing more than just a pretty little loss for words -

So bless this broken jaw and skull fractures I couldn’t talk about

Don’t sing my swan song I’ll be fine

No one is reading my last rites tonight

Damn the rules, I’m a libertine, I said it on the side

And if this has gotta be a love song then it’s gonna go my way cause

We are all transmissions lost in the deepest outer space

‘to someone beautiful and far away’, you are fireworks in the rain

I’m just ruby bones and viscera and a heavy machined heart

So bless this broken jaw and skull fractures I couldn’t talk about

Don’t sing my swan song I’ll be fine

No one is reading my last rites

Tonight the sun won’t set on us

Tonight the moon won’t rise

Tonight no one is reading our last rites…

I’ve seen old love, saw aged love go

Like oak, the rings deep around their bones

I’ve seen old love, saw aged love go

Like oak, the rings deep around their bones

(I’ve seen old love, saw aged love go

Like oak, the rings deep around their bones)

So bless this broken jaw and skull fractures I couldn’t talk about

No one is reading my last rites tonight