There are too many bricks in this wall
Behind the pale plaster
Why does everything I loved more lie under this wreck?

Lie under this wreck

They never saw me fall
But I fell too many times
In the palm of my hands there are wounds I can't hide

There is a sweet taste on this tongue
That turns bitter afterwards
By now my desperate tone comes from this trap
Comes from this trap

They never saw me crawl
But I crawled too many times
In the palm of my hands there are wounds I can't hide

There is a lot of love and fear
In everything that we wanna be
This is not what you dreamed for you
This is not what I dreamed for me
Sometimes my shoulder is not enough
Sometimes my shoulder is not enough
Sometimes my shoulder is not enough
Sometimes my shoulder is not enough