in this grave hour, i have composed our final song:
the last words of our love lost. (of our love lost)
i called your hands home for years, for years, for years, for years on end.
it’s become distant and i hate my helpless defiance. no….
you have no problem finding me, although you only commit unintentionally. (unintentionally)
i do it for the lord, i do it for chicago.
i once lived for you, and i’ve never ever been
so wrong (wrong), wrong, so wrong (wrong), wrong.
we keep building, building to find no release.