The saddest song ever heard is following me around
Skipping love songs, passing on happy movies and crowds
Misery loves company but I didn't invite this muse to my town
How this will end I must let it play out
Oo aye, to all who bear witness
Oo aye, the death of the artist
Walk the streets, I'm stuck in the middle of it
On my knees, I'm stuck in the middle of it
(And it plays on)
In my sleep, I'm stuck in the middle of it
Let me be, I'm stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
I can dance to this
I can dance to this
I can dance to this
And you won't know my heart's breaking
The saddest song ever heard is trying me like new styles
Hiding behind ignored calls, bathroom stalls and smiles
Dyed my hair to rid of you and flew to new cities
But I still found you-shaped sounds drowning the silence in me
Oo aye, to all who bear witness
Oo aye, the death of the artist
Walk the streets, I'm stuck in the middle of it
(A dazzling, maddening tune)
On my knees, I'm stuck in the middle of it
(And it plays on)
In my sleep, I'm stuck in the middle of it
(You'll know when it plays for you)
Let me be, I'm stuck in the middle
Stuck in the middle
I can dance to this
I can dance to this
I can dance to this
And you won't know my heart's breaking
(I can dance to this)
The composer heals and the melophile weeps
My gift of both is a curse
(I can dance to this)
While art's not made for the artist only
This just might be the first