| This is my third message | |
| It's the fact | |
| You wont call back | |
| That twists the knife that's in my back | |
| This is my third message | |
| And we do what we love | |
| (This isn't helping) | |
| This is inexcusable | |
| All our work | |
| All our hope | |
| Vanished in a ball of smoke | |
| Inexcusable | |
| And we do what we love | |
| And we hope without hope | |
| And we mean it | |
| And we weep and we bleed | |
| And we hope and we hope | |
| And we only love you | |
| Hope you feel it | |
| These are the pieces | |
| Of my heart | |
| Of my trust | |
| Of discussion between us | |
| These are the pieces |