The cut is so real
The cut well it kills me every hour
Oh boy can't you feel?
It's been raining flowers til you drew blood
Can you feel it
Something was killed between us
Where did all the feelings go?
Can you feel it
Something was killed between us
Where did all the feelings go?
And so I wept, bereft
And playing the piano
As skies swept you away from me...
And so I wept, bereft
And playing the piano
As skies swept you away from me...
Copyright 2009 Beau Phillips