She comes apart at the seams
'Cause she never dreams
As she lays up awake
'Cause her feelings ache

And the one thing she found
As she gazed at the sea
Was that she lost her faith
Her faith in me?

And in the early morning
I can't make up a thing
And a barely can play
I don't like to sing

So I picked up my brush
Painted blue guitar
And I ripped off the chords
From 'Bron why' Aur'

So I played her a song
But the timing was wrong
Poor choices of chords
And the words were forced

And the one thing that I found
As I gazed at the sea
Was that she lost all hope
All hope in me

As she gazed at the sea
Was that she lost her faith
Her faith in me?

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Mark Edward Kozelek