Oh, we could blame it on our hands They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it Or we could blame it on our bodies They say, we like the way we feel when we get touched You've got your fingers snared in my veins I think it's time you pulled them out And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear It isn't flesh that I'm worried about
We held a match to keep our sight on the path But the flame gave up and we lost it And I've knelt for the last three years Trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick Today I'm not afraid of failure I wasn't ever close to perfect
You let your doubt lead you like a river on and on And you will never get back to save what you had I will bury your problems in me I held your heart in my fingers Now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and you will never admit That you bid the wind blow the flames out And buried the coals in the sea You came back and you brought floods Wearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mud And I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it Said, darling, you're the only one on earth I want to have it But now I'm not so sure that was true After the hell you put it through But there was no sharp pain this time Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine Like most of my insides crawled out of my mouth and went west We cast our hearts in plaster We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone But they chipped at the brick and mortar We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bones And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain They're going to snap when the weight shifts
You moved like a fire through the forest Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips You'd been flirting with distance, princess I tasted it's spit in your kiss Today I will bury the flames of your failure I'll lay your bones into the earth and you will haunt my head no more Oh, we could blame it on our hands Oh, we could blame it on our hands But it was our mouths that opened up to swallow (Oh, we could blame it on our hands) And our heads that commanded us drink But as I buried your flames in the dirt