Splendid Isolation - Dead to Me

He's thinking of the hungry rats 
Inside his stomach and he knows that 
Nothing ever changes anyway 

He can see himself there 
He knows that look, it's called despair 
His father taught him to wear it well 

So he put his ear to the door of his youth 
And he heard a groundswell of remorse now 

There's no splendid isolation 
For the abandoned generation 

It gets hard to maintain 
When the brightest of shells 
Weather and fade anyway 
Do what you can before it's too late 

Arms stretched, she's on her back 
Her hollow words ring from her past 
She's been running from that every day 

She can see herself there 
She knows that look, it's called despair 
Her mother taught her to wear it well 

She puts her ear to the door of her youth 
And she heard a groundswell of remorse now 

There's no splendid isolation 
For the abandoned generation 

It gets hard to maintain 
When the brightest of shells 
Weather and fade anyway 
Do what you can before it's too late 

I spent a lifetime searching with tired eyes 
I had the best intentions but they went away