No one ever saw you moving through the dark. Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park. Hidden from your friends stealing all they knew. Love is thrown in airless rooms. Thin vile rewards for you. And I'm gonna tell. Yes I've gotta tell. Gotta tell the things you've said. When you're talking in the dark. And I'm gonna tell the things you've done. When you're walking through the park. Some night on a thrill-less street. Will come a silent gun. You've got a dangerous part. You stole their trust their moon their sun. They'll come such a dart and it's needle on a crowded train. I bet you'll feel so lonely. You could die. Buildings crammed with people landscape filled with wrath. Grey concrete city rain has wet the street. I want to see you clearly before you close the door. A room of bloody history you made sure of that. I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam. I can read you like a book. I can feel you falling. I hear you moaning in your room. Oh see if I care. Oh please please make it soon. Walls have got you cornered. You've got the blues my friend. And people don't like you. But you will leave without a sound or a God an end. Oh hopefully I love you. Death along shall love you. I bet you'll feel so lonely you could die. You feel so lonely you could die. You feel so lonely you could die