There will be no consolation prize, this time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise and no sweet talk of victory
All the stars have fallen from the sky 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 said
Cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are drunk and penniless
Here I am inside my fathers 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, an empty hallway, broken window, rainy night
I am 1962 and I am ready for a fight
People crying hallelujah while the bullet leaves the gun
People falling, falling, falling and 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
And not another living soul will ever have to feel
Unloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved
Unloved, unloved