Dead To Me Splendid Isolation
He's thinking of the hungry rats
Inside his stomach and he knows that
Nothing ever changes anyway
He can see himself there
He knows that look, it's called despair
His father taught him to wear it well
So he put his ear to the door of his youth
And he heard a groundswell of remorse now
There's no splendid isolation
For the abandoned generation
It gets hard to maintain
When the brightest of shells
Weather and fade anyway
Do what you can before it's too late
Arms stretched, she's on her back
Her hollow words ring from her past
She's been running from that every day
She can see herself there
She knows that look, it's called despair
Her mother taught her to wear it well
She puts her ear to the door of her youth
And she heard a groundswell of remorse now
There's no splendid isolation
For the abandoned generation
It gets hard to maintain
When the brightest of shells
Weather and fade anyway
Do what you can before it's too late
I spent a lifetime searching with tired eyes
I had the best intentions but they went away
