Put that finger back to my lips, Will I taste of sugar or of cold wet stone Hope the shell will break on a paper dinner plate Ooh not a headstone
How long does it take to change the man How much sun to melt a frozen life How long will it take for the mask to slip And find a way to mend this broken heart
I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up I’ve spilled my guts, I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you.
Push your finger into my ribs Am I made of honey am I made of bone Scrape your nails over my skin To find how many layers I’m wrapped in
How long does it take to change the man How much sun to melt a frozen life How long will it take for the mask to slip And find a way to mend this broken heart
I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up I’ve spilled my guts, I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you.
shouldn’t ever go back to you shouldn’t ever go back shouldn’t ever go back to you
Here’s the person, you used to know A strange new alchemy, produces the gold A local warming of a frozen ghost A homeless entity returned to the host.
How long does it take to change the man How much sun to melt a frozen life How long will it take for the mask to slip And find a way to mend this broken heart
I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up I’ve spilled my guts, No I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you
I’ve said too much, I’ve opened up I’ve spilled my guts, I can’t go back, no I won’t go back, no I shouldn’t ever go back to you
shouldn’t ever go back to you shouldn’t ever go back shouldn’t ever go back
Compositores: John Howard Jones (Howard Jones), Robert Adam Bronnimann (Bronnimann Robbie) ECAD: Obra #4771588