歌词
My life is like a wound, I scratch so I can bleed
Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed
And Death grows like a tree, that's planted in my chest
Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest
Oh, baby, I am lost.
I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
And if love is not the key. If love is not a key
I hope that I can find a place where it can be
I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
which I'm not, as yet, aware that I have asked
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years, that I alone have let them pass
Oh, baby, I am yours
