Tekstovi: Horse The Band. The Failure Of All Things.

Sorry for the scales and scabs on my skin
My fists break
and I just can't take it

Sorry for the sores and holes in my heart
There's no love or life
for either of us

You are alone
and LIVING in the desert
finding time to accept
I'm sorry
I'm a FUCKING monster

I'm sorry

I wasn't there
but I think that something was
I was in love
I still believe I am

these stony fingers steal from you
when these damned arms draw you in

won'tlookatme
won'tspeaktome
I am sorry you rotted like the waste of the vine
Even flesh and blood
Even heart and bone
nowopenyoureyes
andnowSayit

I'm the broken lamp man with the telephone injuries
My apologetic arms want to sing you to sleep
You dry heave when I ring and I ring
You knew I was broken and you got what you wanted
You got what you wanted

I'm certain that the cats are still hungry

I wasn't there
but I know that something was
I was in love
I'm sorry that you're dead