Paroles de Sun-Less

Broken hands, so sans soleil It lights my way through these Empty streets at night Dragging heels, the cold air stabs me Like a needle running with this thread Scissors cut me dead and gone Living like the blade I carry I never thought of you Living all alone, Scissors cut me dead I never felt Like anyone could ever be So far from home The day begins When the music ends its days Like these that I Wish I were somewhere else. And I can't forget my own name Replace it with a voice That carries on