Chronicles Of The Heartbroken

All above sea level
how does it feel?
living in a floating village
Singing sad songs
of love and weather
These are the chronicles of the Heartbroken
let us play God, time is on our side
Me, the Lawrence of Arabia
so ever high from Nausea
sitting pretty
writing chronicles of the Heartbroken
For you, darling, the war is over
learn to love and not to hate me
you're just a faker, sister
who found fame
in the glamourous side of life
(You, with Brutus' scum in your mouth
once in your life
can you see clearly
let us steal
from the ashes
of our days)