I put on my usual

Pack a picture from my cubicle

All I can think about is you

I'm still bleedin'

I'm still bleedin'



Took the L to Union Square

Watched the pretty girls comb their hair

They turn away as I turn and stare

I'm still bleedin'

I'm still bleedin'



These thoughts of pain

Don't make a sound

They keep us hidden

In the lost and found

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

I'm still bleedin'

We're both bleedin'



These thoughts of pain

Don't make a sound

They keep us hidden

In the lost and found

These colder months, wincing social graces

We keep with us, these fallen faces

We keep with us, these fallen faces



These thoughts of pain

They'll make a sound

To 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

These colder months, wincing social graces

We keep with us

We keep with us, these fallen faces