From:
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
Weīre in the palm of a hand making a fist
Itīd be best for one of us to speak up
But we prefer to pretend it does not exist
And you canīt see past the blood on my hands
To see that youīve been aptly damned
To fail and fail again
Cause weīre all guilty of the same things
We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through
And I know that I have been forgiven
And I just hope you can forgive me too
So donīt you dare blame me for
Prying open the door
Thatīs unleashed the bitterness
Thatīs here in the midst of this
Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves
And what weīve been striving for
Has turned into nothing more
Than bodies limp on the floor
Victims of falling short
We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love
Translate to:
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of
Weīre in the palm of a hand making a fist
Itīd be best for one of us to speak up
But we prefer to pretend it does not exist
And you canīt see past the blood on my hands
To see that youīve been aptly damned
To fail and fail again
Cause weīre all guilty of the same things
We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through
And I know that I have been forgiven
And I just hope you can forgive me too
So donīt you dare blame me for
Prying open the door
Thatīs unleashed the bitterness
Thatīs here in the midst of this
Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves
And what weīve been striving for
Has turned into nothing more
Than bodies limp on the floor
Victims of falling short
We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love