Misericorde Lyrics

broken plates, broken hearts
a hit that never finds its mark
friendless and alone at last
waiting for the bomb to blow
pack your things
it's time to go
someone make it stop
stop the noise
someone turn it off
and throw it out

(you can see that she doesn't understand
in her eyes, in the way she holds his hand
just let her go, she'll come running back to you
the last laugh as you turn and leave the room)