|
That is not my blood on the bedroom floor |
|
That is not the glass that I threw before |
|
|
|
He gets his power from tide and wave |
|
The grains of sand are my domain |
|
|
|
His tempest surged and angry flesh |
|
And through my arms formed a sea of glass |
|
|
|
Shattering Sea |
|
Closing my eyes |
|
(Repeat 2x) |
|
|
|
Every line |
|
Every curve |
|
Every twist |
|
Every turn |
|
Of every brutal word |
|
|
|
Every turn (every line) |
|
Every line (every curve) |
|
Every twist (every turn) |
|
Every curve |
|
Of every brutal word |
|
|
|
That is not my blood on the bedroom floor |
|
That is not the glass that I threw before |
