When you're just the fingers that run in her hair?
I say, I hang on her eyes to Let you know, let you know They can burn or disillusion
Do you think you can save her Pour good intentions in broken cups? What void are you filling? To live like an addict, putting nails in your hands?
Ride the bull, ride the bull Pumps your blood if only seconds
When your card-house salvation. it shifts and falls When what tortures and haunts you was nothing at all Once a garden of Eden, now overcome Your youth rung out like water Ain't no harm done, no harm done