I held the hand that held the rock that broke the glass out of the window I told a friend about a friend who said I'm wrong yeah what does he know? I slit the wrist I made a fist I tightened up and let the blood flow I told a friend about a friend He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know? And the sound of all of this was so appealing So simple in the secrets we were told I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fell I held the hand but couldn't stop the broken glass from coming too close We were ashamed it could not work but I moved too slow We tied our wrists but still insist we had not lost the strength on our own I told a friend about a friend He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know And the sound of all of this was so appealing So simple in the secrets we were told I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved trees that never fellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
