In my wonder I can weigh the loss that we all suffered    Felt in headaches from the knowing heroes lives uncovered    To be seen as they had always been    Nothing but a boring shade of blue    From the knowing that I'll never sing in tune    Like the rest of you    Like the truth that beautiful    Could be wealthy spelt another way    Said to us in words that linger    Words that swear we'll make it through the day       Let die our spoiled architect boroughs    Let die our finger-printed window sorrows    Let us address our wakes by name    Say "I'd have the strength to face you, day,    If not for all the broken things in my life."       I found the need to stay alive,    Reason enough to pay to mind    That all of this could mean the world    Or be such a fucking waste of time      Let die our spoiled architect boroughs    Let die our finger-printed window sorrows    Let us address our wakes by name    Say "I'd have the strength to face you, day,    Save the broken things in my life."