It always comes back to you never knew
Scar below her hairline was just a clue
A memory which is of no use to you
Moving out of town was a disguise
Nightmare of her mothers scolding eyes
That red head girl may be your only tree in life
But I see my noose hanging from her tonight
Listen to your father oh listen to your father
Pour out these broken arms
Pour out these broken arms
Maybe I'll cut this one loose
Before I turn her into you
That red hand devil never seemed to come
Some may say she crawled away
Crawled away, never to know her
Some may say she crawled away
Pour out these broken arms
Pour out these broken arms
And I'll pour out these broken arms
But you can't sing this song to me
You can't sing this song to me