This is my third message | |
It's the fact | |
You wont call back | |
That twists the knife that's in my back | |
This is my third message | |
And we do what we love | |
(This isn't helping) | |
This is inexcusable | |
All our work | |
All our hope | |
Vanished in a ball of smoke | |
Inexcusable | |
And we do what we love | |
And we hope without hope | |
And we mean it | |
And we weep and we bleed | |
And we hope and we hope | |
And we only love you | |
Hope you feel it | |
These are the pieces | |
Of my heart | |
Of my trust | |
Of discussion between us | |
These are the pieces |