We are children of divorcenSpiritual mothers, chemical fathersnWish I learned to love you morenLonesome brothers, trustless daughtersnnWe are children born of warsnFought in places, void of facesnWhere happiness is sold in storesnAnd they'll keep you smiling if you keep buyingnnBut they can take from younSomething inside you never knewnYou always have too much to provenAnd never have enough to losennI seem to see everything you donnWe are the unwritten scorenBackground songs for dialoguesnAlways wanting something morenTo be the stars the light shines onnnBut they can't take from younSomething inside you never knewnYou have nothing to provenInside you have so much to losennI seem to see everything you do