作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ...
So unaffectionate, so insecure 
You claim to know a thing or two about heartache 
And what it's like to have your insides pulled out 
And I believe you 
I see it every time 
Your pallbearer's pallor is obscured by the darkness (the darkness) 
Dancing across your face (across your face) 
And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain 
I know what it's like when memories make you whine 
And love letters read like obituaries 
And photo albums are books of the dead 
I need no reminders (no more reminders)
I'll forget the past and lay it to rest 
If I had my way I'd cut 
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart 
If I could get past the sternum 
Cauterize those wounds with 
Every kiss I could give to you 
I'm holding your heart in my hands 
The reason it still beats 
Am I being too cryptic? 
Am I being too obscure? 
Am I being too cryptic? 
Am I being too obscure? 
And love kills, romance is dead 
And I don't even trust myself 
But I love you 
And you can pull my wings apart 
And pin me down under glass 
Until the end of days
If it can help you 
Discover that we share the same pain 
I just hope you write your thesis 
Before your subject is dead 
No life after death 
If I had my way I'd cut 
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart 
If I could get past the sternum 
Cauterize those wounds with 
Every kiss I could give to you 
I'm holding your heart in my hands 
The reason it still beats
If I had my way I'd cut 
The calluses off your, off your breaking heart 
If I could get past the sternum 
Cauterize those wounds with 
Every kiss I could give to you 
I'm holding your heart in my hands 
The reason it still beats