Naked between the sheets,
Still something's not right
when we sing our chorus of a lie,
But in these private moments
cries out without making a sound
of coffee -stained diaries
Her arms almost pa per -thin,
my sweet tattooed heroine
You know I would take your pain
They're on a crowded bus,
she nods off after the rush
she looks cold through the windows
As the bus starts and stops
The clock screams at 6am,
I'm not quite sure where I am
There's nothing that I can say
So it's la, la, la, la, la
We're back from the tempest,
I'm downstairs cooking breakfast
For the bittersweet love that I've found