nobody knowsnbut the seagulls and the crowsnsome say the heart is a lonely hunterni say it's more like winter roadkillnin the future we will findnthe silly little scribblings of mr. always left behindnone day the earth will cough and sneeze and fartnand it just won't have mattered that my heart had never played the partnnit's hard living on your own when you're all alonenit's hard living alone when the world's so coldnthe world's so cold you can feel it in your bonesni want to go home