Crooked Hands 歌词

She's been broken, buit again many times it's like a friend Conversation in her head, battle scars on a broken bed He's to early or too late, he's learned to sit, learned to wait Stealing words that never land, tricked again by his crooked hands You curve with a world you never asked for And you take what you can before it's gone You learn to live with what you've wasted And you lose yourself, you're left alone So we've got to live like we're running away Until the days fall down, the days fall down and fade away..