And some days, you just have to roll the melancholy music...

I will swallow my pride.

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye

And I've seen your flag on the marble arch

But love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls, and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
And this is a place where I don't feel alone