The moment when we lost control The closing of your bedroom door Oh this is what it feels like This is what it feels like The silence swells and tears a hole A ghost escaping from his bones Oh this is what it feels like This is what it feels like To be alone To be alone And no one And no one Really knows I told you there was more to give If you'd open up and let me in Oh this is what it feels like This is what it feels like 'Cause I've been searching for a pin To rest inside this rusted hinge Oh this is what it feels like This is what it feels like To be alone To be alone And no one And no one Really knows Don't you know I'll be there in the evening To be the bulb hanging from your ceiling Shining though you can barely see me burning out Don't you know I'll be there in the morning To be the only hand you're holding To be the one worthy of this story's ending To be alone To be alone To be alone To be alone And no one And no one Really knows

Mr. Hughes, how are you? I know it's been a while But I've been dying, trying to capture A billion smiles People like us, we are Always misunderstood Though there's ups and downs the bad outshines the good Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree People say we're done for We're liabilities But I brought property on the thin line between genius and insanity You wrote the books on brains and wealth, and looks Ahead of both our times Free thinkers only thrive in history books Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree Howard, my dear Was it films and planes that made you this way? Howard, my dear They spoke and we're jokes Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree