I put on my usual 
Pack a picture from my cubicle 
All I can think about is you 
I'm still bleedin' 
I'm still bleedin' 
Took the L to 
Union Square 
Watched the pretty girls comb their hair 
They turn away as 
I turn and stare 
I'm still bleedin' 
I'm still bleedin' 
These thoughts of pain 
Don't make a sound 
They keep us hidden 
In the lost and found 
These colder months, wincing social graces 
We keep with us, these fallen faces 
Took a call from an old, old friend 
Out of money, in jail again 
I posted bail and took him in 
I'm still bleedin' 
We're both bleedin' 
These thoughts of pain 
Don't make a sound 
They keep us hidden 
In the lost and found 
These colder months, wincing social graces 
We keep with us, these fallen faces 
We keep with us, these fallen faces 
These thoughts of pain 
They'll make a sound 
To keep us hidden 
In the lost and found 
In these colder months, wincing social graces 
We keep with us, these fallen faces 
Don't make a sound 
They keep us hidden in the lost and found 
These colder months, wincing social graces 
We keep with us 
We keep with us, these fallen faces