They say, if you look hard
Cracked like glass and slowly tumbled to the ground
And all the sky went silent
Stand up and everyone will see your holiness, ah, yes
Born without a friend
Born without a friend
Zero chance of ever turning this around, hey
Why doesn’t anyone believe in loneliness?
You’ll find your way back home
I’m thinking of your highness
And on the plus and minus
You’ll find your way back home
They say if you look hard
And bound to die alone, hey, ohh
And crying long upon the loss I've found