Lying in bed is the single loneliest thing A person can do You watch the night sky through your bedroom window And count each star behind the clouds You count them, over and over You lie to yourself As every cloud passes You can taste the deceit Your brain always lies, You've heard it all before "You'll meet someone new" "You'll find the right one" Your mind plays its tricks Time and time again But you no longer listen Because there's nothing to hear, Those stars died long ago And those clouds are barely there So you shut your eyes And you forget everything The lonely bed, the empty room I'm no longer listening