I like to be alonennit's quiet, little sadnnbut it feels honestnnnnand I'd like to be alone with younnit's quiet and sadnnbut okaynnnnand I can be the prince of longingnnand you could be my lost nnwhat pretty faces we have seen this fallnnnnand I broke her heart and grabbednnit hardnnto reel back innnwhen you gotnnnothing to saynnand I'm scared about his coming homennand I'm scared about his coming homennand I'm scared about his coming homennnnyou've got pictures of oceans you have seennnand I want mine toonnbut the sun set at four herennby the time we got homennit was wet and coldnnnnand I broke her heart and grabbednnit hardnnto reel back innnwhen you gotnnnothing to saynnand I'm scared about his coming homennand I'm scared about his coming homennand I'm scared about his coming home