I am lonely in the way a bird calls to shore
As it flies over the earth, looking for broken things
To pick up, as it says
Find me, find me, find me,
Find me here, broken things
Because I am broken, I want
To be broken with you.
I am lonely in the way a bird calls to light,
To the city lights, the lighthouse that flies away
From its view, in the way it calls:
Call for me, call me, call me back,
But no one ever does, no:
No one ever does.