When everything is falling through

My love, tonight I'm sitting by the station tracks
with the sun in my head and a gun to my back
and I'm search, search, searching
for the way back to the empty morning

And I promised you I'd never turn around
And I'd never undo the "I won't make a sound"
But I can't believe you never reached out
to the soaking downpour

Creating an insatiable tangible reality
that melted and it pieced together
every scrap that's left of me
The possible imaginary hope you'd be the one I knew
Well it- yeah, it was falling through

And I promised you I'd never turn around
And I'd never undo the "I won't make a sound"
But I can't believe you never reached out
to the soaking downpour

Breaking down the mortar
and you're staring through the cracks
Trying to find the dystentery
soaking all the love you know you lack

I would have left the steel inside me
if I thought a single word was true
And it was all because of you

So when I look around
and I don't see the things you do
Become the liar and the victim
and the sympathetic fool

I can recount and electrify
the lie behind the "swear it's true"
Well it- yeah, it was falling through.