Broken Hands
And it's a poor boy who's alive at best
And mistakes the pulse inside his chest
For the cartiledge between his legs
And it's all he knows
It's all he knows
And it's a sad girl who sits and cries
Mistakes true love for brutal lies
And a warm wet tongue in between her thighs
It's all she knows
All she knows
And he wonders what she hides in those bags under her eyes
The secrets of the sleepless nights she spent with him
Since she let him in
And the hands of those where burns are in
Both commit the greatest sins
By breaking hearts instead of skin
It's all they know
All they know
And she wipes her tears back as she sings
How broken hands make broken things
She sings
Yeah, she sings
And she wipes her tears back as she sings
How broken hands make broken things
She sings
Yeah, she sings
And he wonders what she hides in those bags under her eyes
The secrets of the sleepless nights she spent with him
Since she let him in