This is my third message
  It?s the fact
  You wont call back
  That twists the knife that?s in my back
  This is my third message
  
  And we do what we love
  (This isn?t helping)
  
  This is inexcusable
  All our work
  All our hope
  Vanished in a ball of smoke
  Inexcusable
  
  And we do what we love
  And we hope without hope
  And we mean it
  And we weep and we bleed
  And we hope and we hope
  And we only love you
  Hope you feel it
  
  These are the pieces
  Of my heart
  Of my trust
  Of discussion between us
  These are the pieces