Hearts left at the abattoir Deluded women and their faded husbands Grandma's phone that never rang more than twice Just wanted to hear a voice It was easier when you were young Just push your cart down aisle one All the fools are getting old Machines fill up the road Birds sway in silence on the bow Put your shoes under the bed Forget about what we said You practiced all the answers in your head Beautiful people one day hate their mirror Looking too deep and drowning in a puddle Alive by the sun that burns you It was easier when you were young A taste of madness on your tongue High we'll glide into the sun Fools are chasing gold In machines until their old Hiding in a casket from the sun Our voice's broken rings We've spoke of simple things Her fan turned slowly over faded things