From The Album GhostsnnSo wake up hope, nIt's dark and lonesome, nI can hardly, hardly get open my eyes, nIt ain't lonely, I'm holy, nSo he comes home, she's hating him some, nHe can hardly, hardly stand up in his home, nOh the aching, now now nnChorus: nIn a stream of purest thought, nNothing's lost that can be caught, nIt's tender to behold, nAs the past melts away, nI'll shore up holes as they give way, nHalcyon days of pages old nnThem kneecap words, they're crushing him down, nIt gets harder and harder to get over them now, nHe can fight, it ain't over, nSo was he wrong and hoping it right, nHe can hardly, hardly blame him sonOh the hurting, now now nnChorus x 2 nnIt's tender to behold, ooh.. nTender (to be...) to behold nnChorus x 2 nnI wish I could... nnOooh... nIt's tender to behold, nIt's tender to behold.n