Bend your arms to look like wings..

As the sun sets on battle fields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts

Distance makes my heart grow colder
Distance makes my heart grow older
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs

As the sun sets
[We push and pull apart]
On battle fields
[Enough for this to end]
I hope you can save me
[From ourselves]
I hope you can save us from our selves

Denial in the arms of our saviours
And my heart is torn to pieces
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs

As the sun sets
[We push and pull apart]
On battle fields
[Enough for this to end]
I hope you can save me
[From ourselves]
I hope you can save us from our selves

With paper cuts
And bloody hands
In the middle
They would meet

With paper cuts
And bloody hands
We will heal
They will bleed
05 apr 2005 - bewerkt op 25 dec 2005 - meld ongepast verhaal
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