Texty: Jann Arden. Unloved.

There will be no consolation prize this time the bone is broken clean
No baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste 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 father's arms all jagged bone and whiskey 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 nineteen sixty two and I am ready for a fight
People cryin' hallelujah while the bullet leaves the gun
People fallin', fallin', fallin' and I don't know where they're fallin' 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