Well it's one thing to be brokenand another thing to be brokennI will miss you when I'm drowningnsaid the rain to the oceannnthe one thing she is gonenand the other thing she is gonenthis is the one about counting out the corners in my roomntrying to hold onnnChorus:nLet me show you what the heart looks like when it's hot X2nnIn bed when your back was foldednNeatly between my shouldersnLike an envelope and a letternAnd even I could tell the truthnnWell it gave me a private stormnSo I broke up into thirds in your pasturenNow I'm tracing this brutal longingnIt's a trick that I just can't masternnChorusnnThe night has no concernnFor my moments so they just burnnIn a fire that looks like dullnessnIn a pyre that sucks up the darknessnnThere is nothing profound about thirstnIt's the nothing part that cuts the worstnAnd the Morse Code rain withnit's relentless messagenFool you're not the firstnnChorus