Wounded in love, but I hate
it when I'm not
you come pickup the knife,
write your name
you write it in my heart
pick up the knife, write your
name in my heart
pick up the knife, write your
name in my heart
I can see it in your eyes,
the hole that used to be trust
You take a chance with be
babe, the future's written in the dust
I've got a '68 Cadillac, brake
lines cut
I do like to hear them doors
slam shut
A cheap hotel, like a beacon
in the night
I'd be a willing victim, won't
you steal the light?
Wounded in love, but I hate
it when I'm not
you come pick up the knife,
write your name
you write it in my heart
Pick up the knife, write your
name in my heart
Pick up the knife, write your
name in my heart
A cheap, hotel, like a beacon
in the night
I'd be willing victim, won't
you steal the light?
aimless lonely heart gonna
let me in
I won't tell the difference
between scars and skin
Wounded in love, but I hate
it when I'm not
you come pick up the knife,
write your name,
you write it in my heart
pick up the knife, write your
name in my heart
pick up the knife, write your
name in my heart.
Marco Giunco |
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