well he's burning like a cigarette/his heart is cold   and what he'll find he doesn't know   but I hope you find your way home and don't lose sight   and he's haunted by the voices on the radio   as they scream in chorus just let go   and at the worst they just rip the dial right off your wall   I can't even face you   we can't return   to hate, to love, to breathe this breath you wear   after all,these hearts are bleeding as they burn   it was about the time we were running out (of things to say)   all of the words we say, they don't come out like we want   and we live to respond to your every call   and then it's like cursing at the wind with your fist in the air   and you're begging for forgiveness; nobody hears   in hearts that can't distinguish right from wrong   forever is drowning   time portal's sinking   crossing the boundaries   of love and your reasons   you're a curse