Duncan Laurence - Arcade

A broken heart is all that's left

I'm still fixing all the cracks

Lost a couple of pieces when

I carried it, carried it, carried it home



I'm afraid of all I am

My mind feels like a foreign land

Silence ringing inside my head

Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home



I spent all of the love I've saved

We were always a losing game

Small-town boy in a big arcade

I got addicted to a losing game

All I know, all I know

Loving you is a losing game



How many pennies in the slot

Giving us up didn't take a lot

I saw the end before it begun

Still I carried, I carried, I carried on