I took the "hero" section to be a continuation of the previous verse. Everyone pretends because they have no other way to live. I think it's another way of saying that everyone muddles through what can't be changed and tries to be ok with it.
Delicate bodies
That decay beneath their clothing
Play cards in an empty house
In Paris
The wreckage of a hero
Lies broken in the corner
And everyone pretends
They like to live that way
I took the "hero" section to be a continuation of the previous verse. Everyone pretends because they have no other way to live. I think it's another way of saying that everyone muddles through what can't be changed and tries to be ok with it.
Delicate bodies That decay beneath their clothing Play cards in an empty house In Paris
The wreckage of a hero Lies broken in the corner And everyone pretends They like to live that way