To Be Torn کے بول

Oh, God I'm stuck They are hell bent on us And I've got nothing to offer you My skin trembles, it wants to be used Oh God, I'm thrown I am only happy on my own My heart grows harder, it wants to perform And I only ever feel it when I want it to be torn To be torn. Like a held hand, from its first love Like a last kiss, from its vain hope Like a grown child, from its skipping rope Oh God, what now? I have ruined this, I have broken you down Your fingers are weathered, your eyes are full of clouds The raindrops collect with the tears at your mouth At your mouth Where I once kissed, your warm lips As my tongue tripped, over white teeth Bitten soft skin, with my hands tied Oh God, I've strayed I should not have come here with the wind in my sails I've blown you backwards now your heart is impaled And I know you don't believe me but I'm sorry that I failed To be torn Like a held hand, from its first love Like a last kiss, from its vain hope Like a grown child, from its skipping rope