You got wires, going in
You got [bad word] out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears that are scared of the facts [bad word] down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
Looking at you now, you would never know

You got wires, going in
You got [bad word] out of your skin
There's dried blood on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertips [bad word] down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I've seen Christmas lights reflect in your eyes
Looking at you now, you would never know

I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
Alright [bad word] down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through