Broken Hands

And it's a poor boy who's alive at best

Mistakes the pulse inside his chest

For the cartilage between his legs

and it's all he knows

It's all he knows

And it's a sad girl

Who sits and cries

Mistakes true love for brutal eyes

and a warm wet tongue inbetween her thighs

It's all she knows

All she knows

And he wonders what she hides in those bags under her eyes

The secrets of the sleepless nights she spent with him

Since she let him in

And the hands that those weapons are in

Both commit the greatest sin

By breaking hearts instead of skin

It's all they know

All they know

And she wipes her tears back as she sings

How broken hands make broken things

She sings, yeah she sings

And she wipes her tears back as she sings

How broken hands make broken things

She sings, yeah she sings

And he wonders what she hides in those bags under her eyes

The secrets of the sleepless nights she spent with him

Since she let him in