It's not surprising That you have all those wounds They're advertising The things that you've been through It's tantalizing To psychoanalyze We're all downsizing What we do with our lives
There's not enough money In this whole world To pay for a break or two There's not enough armor in a suit of mail Your broken skin's not black or blue But damaged just the same And who does not feel fractured too Like broken skin
The sun's not rising Upon your burned out shell Still exercising The things you don't do well It's not enterprising To grapple with the past You're past surmising How long the past can last
There's not enough trees You can hide behind Not enough walls to climb Not enough cracks in the paving stones Your broken skin's not black or blue But damaged just the same And who does not feel fractured too Like broken skin
There's not enough money In this whole world To pay for a break or two There's not enough armor in a suit of mail Your broken skin's not black or blue But damaged just the same But who does not feel fractured too Like broken skin Broken skin Broken skin Broken skin Broken skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.