We used to fly in the wings of a dove
Now these wings are broken
We kept no secrets, and all our thoughts
Used to be out in the oven

Can’t you see that we’ve been on life support?
I’m ready to pull the plug
And break from machines, but I want much more
I’m ready to pull the plug

Your words used to get me excited
I had melodies in my head
And I’ve been trying to find it
But the music is dead

The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead

We used to kiss when they played our song
It used to stand for something
We used to love, we used to hate
But now I'm feeling nothing
Can’t you see that we’ve been on life support?
I’m ready to pull the plug
And break from machines, but I want much more
I’m ready to pull the plug

Your words used to get me excited
I had melodies in my head
And I’ve been trying to find it
But the music is dead

The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead

Maybe this is a new kind of beautiful
Maybe this is a new kind of beautiful

The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead

Your words used to get me excited
I had melodies in my head
And I’ve been trying to find it
But the music is dead
Your words used to get me excited
I had melodies in my head
And I’ve been trying to find it
But the music is dead

The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead
The music is dead