| When we were lost |
| We found each other |
| And headed sightless for the sea. |
| We had no way |
| Misfit and stray |
| Living beyond both muse and pity. |
| And I know you feel isolated |
| And I feel what you won’t say |
| I don’t care if the disbelievers |
| Don’t understand, you’re my pretty boy, always. |
| I felt no pain |
| When you changed your name |
| We were each other’s only family. |
| Walking away |
| Would change the way |
| And I know you feel isolated |
| And I feel what you won’t say |
| I don’t care if the disbelievers |
| Don’t understand, you’re my pretty boy, always. |
| And I know you feel isolated |
| And I feel what you won’t say |
| I don’t care if the disbelievers don’t understand |
| You’re my pretty boy. |
| And I know you feel isolated |
| And I feel what you won’t say |
| I don’t care if the disbelievers don’t understand |
| You’re my pretty boy, always. |
| Always. |