(Verse 1) I believe that there's a place made just for me, Maybe some others as well. A hidden corner where the shadows agree, To break the silence of this private hell. This place would be made for the broken-hearted, A sanctuary from the sting of the light, But not for me, though I know how it started, I’m just the keeper in the dead of the night. (Chorus) This is to the lonely hearts That wander this broken world, Starved for a loving arm, With all of their flags unfurled. We are the ones, but we are just lone, Broken on the cold, hard floor, We've got no choice but to stay here, Waiting for a knock upon the door. (Verse 2) I know what I’m asking cannot be found, It's a ghost of a memory, a phantom of grace. There’s a silence that carries a deafening sound, Whenever I look at this desolate space. It is somewhere lost in the folds of the mind, A map that I burned a long time ago, Some things were never intended to find, Especially the things that we're afraid to know. (Bridge) Somewhere for the lonely heart, A garden of glass where the mirrors collide. Every single step is falling apart, There is nowhere left for a spirit to hide. Are we destined to echo? Are we destined to fade? Are we just the notes in a song left unplayed? (Chorus) This is to the lonely hearts That wander this broken world, Starved for a loving arm, With all of their flags unfurled. We are the ones, but we are just lone, We are the ones, but we are just lone, Broken on the cold, hard floor, We've got no choice but to stay here, Waiting for a knock upon the door. (Chorus) This is to the lonely hearts That wander this broken world, Starved for a loving arm, With all of their flags unfurled. We are the ones, but we are just lone, Broken on the cold, hard floor, We've got no choice but to stay here, Waiting for a knock upon the door. (Instrumental) (Final Chorus) This is to the lonely hearts That wander this broken world, Starved for a loving arm, With all of their flags unfurled. We are the ones, but we are just lone, Broken on the cold, hard floor, We've got no choice but to stay here, Waiting for a knock upon the door. (Outro) I know what I'm asking cannot be found. It is somewhere lost. Just a quiet place for a lonely heart. Somewhere lost... Somewhere... For the lonely heart. How
