Unloved - Jann Arden

Written by Clover

There will be no consolation prize
this time the ball is broken clean
No Baptism, No Reprise and no sweet taste of Victory

All the stars have fallen from the skies
And everything else in between
Satellites have closed their eyes
The moon has gone to sleep

Unloved... Unloved... Unloved... Unloved...

Here I am inside a hotel
Choking on a million words I've said
Cigarettes have burned a hole
In dreams I've drunken, peniless
Here I am inside my father's arms
All jagged bone and whisky dry
Whisper to me sweetly now
And tell me I will never die

Unloved... Unloved... Unloved... Unloved...

Here I am empty hallway
Broken window
Rainy Night
I am 1962 and I am ready for a fight
People crying hallalluia
While the bullet leaves the gun
People falling, falling, falling
But I don't know where they're falling from....

Are they
Unloved... Unloved... Unloved... Unloved...?

Hoping that the kindness
Will lead us past the blindness
Not another living soul
Will ever have to feel

Unloved... Unloved... Unloved... Unloved...

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