Mystic Underground Song For The Broken-hearted
It's a shame to see you're so shy and so scaredA pen in
the hand and the empires fall
Starve for the millions who don't know your name
Tear-drenched skin
You're in a rut again
I don't believe in idols or love
But I believe in you
The room's gotten colder
Your muse left you bare
The pen's defeated again
This is the song for the broken-hearted
Their heads held in their hands
Yes, a song for the sick and tired
The marvels in their brains
And they will call your name in a few years' time
Singing your praises after you've passed
It's the song for the brokenhearted
The likes of you and i
The world you know is a heartless place
And the words run through your veins
Those people out there need you more than ever
As they tip-toe through another day
And on the high streets of selden town
The sound of muffled sighs
The sound of humbled cries
It's a song for the broken-hearted
The legends in their heads
Yes, the song for the tortured artist
The scourges of their homes
And they will say your name in the same air
As someone say, 'baudelaire'
It's the song for the brokenhearted
The likes of you and I
