Loneliness finds her own waynCause her skin is so softnI'm cutting my teeth on her shouldersnAnd cracking my knuckles while holding her handnnLoneliness finds her own waynWhen the bridges are outnUnder construction forevernChanging her form she fits like my clothesnAnd trying to kiss her I bloody my nosennLoneliness finds her own waynThrough parking lot cities with a coal miner's sensenAnd I know her love is not worth itnAs the thing to try to impressnAs the thing to try to undressnnLoneliness finds her own waynFor her I won't be afraidnI'm holding on to her picturenCause her good looks have faded from all those paradesnCause her good looks have faded from all those paradesnGood looks have faded from all those paradesnGood looks have fadednGood looks have faded from all those parades