Words

When you go
Don’t tell me you’re sorry
When the words hit my lips
They are broken again

I’m here with your rose and chain, feeling the blade of your heart of stone
Trying to forget that home I stoned to the ground, I hold on

Your story like a dove
Rests in my hands
And flies away
Each time I say
Just try to stay awake

And I am broken
Falling from my hands
Trying to(just trying to)
Stay awake(away)
And I am far
From comprehendible words
And I am, I am
Tight to your breast

When you go
Don’t tell me you’re sorry
When the words hit my lips
They are broken again

Trying to forget that home I stoned to the ground, I hold on

Some say my ignorance was bliss
Now for soft ground I hold a kiss
And if memory serves
Each one I deserved
I hold on

I’m here with your rose and chain, feeling the blade of your heart of stone
Trying to forget that home I stoned to the ground, I hold on