I used to pray to nobody but now I pay for someone to numb the sun.

Cupid lived alone

The fool's medical habitual chemical rituals come undone.

Cupid worked alone.

No arrows or strings to his bow. Cupid lived alone in broken hearted

homes.

A new year's Eve enthrones Adam. Apple of his eye, his flesh and bare bones.

I used to be many things.

Now everything sings of what could have been in a different key.

His music's free.

She once longed for a nobody. Promises honestly sworn with lies. Echoed silent cries.

She used to be many things.

Now everything sings of what could have been in a different key.

Her music's free.

Rolled the world from her burdened back. Shoulders hold coupled angels with brand new wings attached.

As the duet sets this music free.

I used to be many things.

But I don't want to sing of what could have been in a different key.

The mad can dream.

Roll the world in reverse playback. Jumpstart hope, coupler cables upon an engine for a song best sung by two or more.

We used to be many things.

Now everything sings of what could have been in a different key.

This music's free.

Roll the world from our burdened backs. Shoulders hold coupled angels with brand new wings attached.

As the crowds sing and set this music free.