Everybody loves a happy ending
But no-one likes to say a sweet goodbye
Am I prematurely lamenting
Talking to the shapes in the sky
Goodbye

I found a box of folded faded photographs
A torn and tattered timeline of your life
Under the bed an empty bled crystal caraffe
A vessel void of spirit and strife

And as the rays of the streetlight
paint this windowpane
I read the letter again and again and again
And in a flash of revelation I realise
All I have are empty hands
These are the words of a broken hearted man

Stuck between the deep blue sea and the devil
Doesn’t sound too bad right now
Waking up for a day of hallucination
Digging up the seeds you meticulously sowed

And as the rays of the streetlight
paint this windowpane
I read the letter again and again and again
And in a flash of revelation I realise
All I have are empty hands
These are the words of a broken hearted man