The Disappointed

Where a sombre marching band
They're spilling from the bus
Once, I had no sympathy
Are growing every second

Will bear me on their shoulders
With a picture and a name

That they want to be chief
To a secret shadow land
Of the ones who broke their hearts
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Their voices sob with grief
The disappointed

Seems, your ring upon my finger
At the bottom of the pack

And day grows darker now
The disappointed
Everywhere, everywhere
Are coming in their millions
The disappointed
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
They blot the sun to black

The disappointed
Seems, your ring upon my finger
The disappointed
I'm the king of broken hearts
The disappointed
Signifies that I've become the spokesman of

All congregate at my house
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
At a monument to us
Once, I had no sympathy
The disappointed
Made of bits of broken heart
Signifies that I've become the spokesman of
Their placards look the same
Plays a tune for broken hearts