We Might Fall Apart
Disco Ensemble
4:29It's dark now at the car park Take the last seat in the last car Hear the breaking of bones when you hold her hand The morning has spoken, all the bastards have choken She has stolen the crown now you feel her wrath She writes her diary She is alone in her secret society She's got cheeks like peaches You can hear how she preaches That we all are entitled to understand Her moral is leaking and she still Keeps on seeking for the latest identity In the Lego tower marching around Hear the empty howl in the quiet town, in the quiet town She writes her diary She is alone in her secret society Mistreat sentences, render metaphors She is alone in her secret society Mistreat sentences, render metaphors The secret society The secret society She writes her diary She is alone in her secret society Mistreat sentences, render metaphors She is alone in her secret society Mistreat sentences, render metaphors The secret society Oh, the secret society