If I gave you pretty enough words Could you paint a picture of us that works With emphasis on function rather than design Aren´t you tired? cause i will carry you
On a broken back and blown out knees I have been where you are for a while
Aren´t you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream All the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night Every evening that I die
I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold I am exhumed just a little less human...
After all these images of pain
Have cut right through you I will kiss every scar and weep You are not alone Then I´ll show you that place, in my chest where my heart, still tries to beat; It still tries to beat
Aren´t you tired of being weak? Such rage that you could scream All the stars right out of the sky And destroy the prettiest starry night Every evening that I die