Like glass shattering in a clean break This is the art of a mistake And we were like kids with a shotgun Blowing up words till there were none And maybe i'm too young I thought that i could destroy it Aimed shot and fired Missed the target But you keep coming abck Hand me fractured words through the lens of time And some things cant be burned Even when they yurn to die
Like glass shattering in a clean break This is the art of a mistake And we were like kids with a shotgun Blowing up words till there were none And maybe i'm too young I thought that i could destroy it Aimed shot and fired Missed the target But you keep coming abck Hand me fractured words through the lens of time And some things cant be burned Even when they yurn to die
