wet lips are keeping me
 down on my own
 where it’s all about appearence
 there’s not a gift inside
 blue eyes on wednesday nights
 it seems they bright
 please take me away
 before they fade again
 not all the shining things
 have been made of gold
 
to dive in dusty beds
 searching for something deep
 and find the emptyness
 of another sleepless night
 the only one I ever loved
 was puttin me in a grave
 and I never found anyone else
 to share a better day
 
I would cut my hands off
 to fall in love again
 the cold heart I used to have
 got nothing [bad word] left
 
wet lips are keeping me
 down into loneliness
 where it’s all about appearence
 there’s not a gift inside
 blue eyes on wednesday nights
 it seems they bright
 please take me away
 before they fade again