Testo di Trauma

A window and a room it's all i have and all i need babies now in bloom and no one whispers softly i don't know why i care i guess i should and here we are right back where we started can't break what's ours even if we don't want it now though we try so hard just to make it painless there is always blood a figure and a girl august years will remind me of those once forward views i guess we learn to live with dying it all comes down to sex or love i hate to choose and here we are right back where we started can't break what's ours even if we don't want it now though we try so hard just to make it painless there is always blood here's a lie i confess every time i gave less how else could you love me with every part in between stuck along blood red seams a lifetime of smoke screen the feeling comes again and i don't want to look it's on and it's over save second looks