I put on my usual robe
Packed a picture from my cubicle
All I can think about is you
I'm still bleeding, I'm still bleeding
Took the L to Union Square
Watched the pretty girls comb their hair
They turn away as I turn and stare
But I'm still bleeding, I'm still bleeding
These thoughts of pain don't make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
In these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us these fallen faces
Took a call from an old, old friend
Out of money, in jail again
I posted bail and took him in
But I'm still bleeding, we're both bleeding
These thoughts of pain don't make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
In these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us these fallen faces
Keep with us these fallen, these fallen faces
These thoughts of pain don't make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
In these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us these fallen faces
Don't make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
In these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, we keep with us these fallen faces