There is so much for us to talk about
But not enough time
It takes too long to cover all our thoughts
So we keep quiet
You know exactly how to get underneath
Why not your thick skin?
You dig so deep and make a big mess Out of everything
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
When we blow up into million pieces Will they tell us apart?
When they've cleaned up all our
mess Can I still have your heart?
I can't keep up with all the turns you take when you pick sides
It gets too hard to barricade the walls that you tear down
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
When
we blow up into million pieces Will they tell us apart?
When they've cleaned up all our
mess Can I still have your heart?
When we blow up into million pieces Will they tell us apart?
When they've cleaned up all our mess Can I still have your heart?