bernard fanning
isn't it a pity
i probably knew all along that in my hour of need that you'd be gone i'm guessing you thought about it all then turned your back on me and lost your tongue isn't it a pity that when the night time comes there's no-one in your arms isn't it a pity that i still cry for you but you're not coming home the weight sinking deep in my chest setting off the loaded charge lurking in the depths deep down i smoulder and seethe with unspoken pains and poison beliefs so isn't it a pity that when the night time comes there's no one in your arms isn't it a pity that i still cry for you but you're not coming home and in my hour of need you turned your back on me in my hour of need now all your fabled advice rings of emptiness and studied lines now i have resolved to erase all the bitterness and venom in my veins still isn't it a pity that when the night time comes there's no one in your arms isn't it a pity that i still cry for you but you're not coming home isn't it a pity that in my hour of need you turned your back on me isn't it a pity isn't it a pity