Well there's nothing more tragic than a beautiful love
That goes cold in the night
Washes out with the tide of the tears that you cried
Lamenting the things you desire
Now you're a slave to the beat of the broken machine
That your heart has become
So maudlin in grief that it ticks
Ever so slightly on every third count
But you, you were my desire, you were everything always
That I could not find in myself
I was alone there and then there was you
But you broke me
You broke me
Yeah you broke me
You broke me
But you broke me
You broke me
Yeah you broke me
You broke me
Now you're a slave to the beat of the broken machine
That your heart has become
So maudlin in grief that it ticks
Ever so slightly on every third count