Loneliness finds her own way   Cause her skin is so soft   I’m cutting my teeth on her shoulders   And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand      Loneliness finds her own way   When the bridges are out   Under construction forever   Changing her form she fits like my clothes   And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose      Loneliness finds her own way   Through parking lot cities with a coal miner’s sense   And I know her love is not worth it   As the thing to try to impress   As the thing to try to undress      Loneliness finds her own way   For her I won’t be afraid   I’m holding on to her picture   Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades   Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades   Good looks have faded from all those parades   Good looks have faded   Good looks have faded from all those parades