Letras
It's not like you pull your punches
It's not like you throw your bloody knuckles in the air
It's not like you have a pretty soul
You took the knife from my back and
You pulled my strings through the hole
There's still a chance that I could feel so brave
Your heart gave out when the sorrow
Dragged you closer to the grave
She sat with her face in her hands
Hoping that the sun blocked the bad
You're waiting too long
You shake like you shake when you know
That what you say is gonna change the world
There's still a chance that I could feel so afraid
Your lungs breathe out loud in mercy
It falls slow then quickly fades
All these roses turn to grey
Call me a saint
Call me a thief
Call me anything
As long as you mean it
Then all these roses will be red
You can't tell me what I've said
Can't tell me how to live
I can see that it's over
When these ties are broken
When these ties are broken off
Don't go, don't go
Don't go from speaking out
To something or someone
I wouldn't recognize without the sound
I won't let go, let go
It's more of a courtesy
You've changed for the worst
Now you're trapped in doubt
Like there's nothing here to care about
There's still a chance that I could feel so ashamed
My arms grow cold from the comfort
That you never ever gave
All these roses turn to grey
Call me a saint
Call me a thief
Call me anything
As long as you mean it
Then all these roses will be red
You can't tell me what I've said
Can't tell me how to live
I can see that it's over
When these ties are broken off
When these ties are broken off