Broken Hands (part II)

I never wanted to leave you alone

But I'm a thousand miles away

From that place you call home

You can’t fight what you’ve never known

So you go

So you go

Well time it moves slowy again

Days turn to weeks

And the weeks they don’t end

If it’s the only way to make amends

I’d break every bone in my pathetic hands

So I’ll take my chance

I might as well

Break my own hands

Well it kills me to know

That the world turns too slow

But I know that I'll see you again

Oh, I spent most of my own time

Alone in dark rooms

But I still couldn’t hide

From the voices caught up in my mind

Saying: Home is wherever your whole heart resides

So I’ll take my chance

I might as well

Break my own hands

Well it kills me to know

That the world turns too slow

But I know that I’ll see you again

I'm a, I'm a swear

To you, to you, my dear

That these old broken hands have made me a

I'm a, I'm a swear

To you, to you, my dear

That I'm a changed man, well I am a

Changed man

Oh, well, I'm a, I'm a swear

To you, to you, my dear

That I'm a changed man, well, I am a

Changed man

So I’ll take my chance

I might as well

Break my own hands

Well it kills me to know

That the world turns to slow

But I know that I’ll see you again

Well it kills me to know

That the world turns too slow

But I know that I’ll see you again