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