WHAT BREAKS (AND WHAT DOESN T)
There s a scar on my lip
One that you can t help but kiss
From when I was a kid
I got it like this
See I was three years old, maybe younger still
I crashed headlong into a window sill
And was surprised when I broke instead of it
That s the scar that s on my lip
That s what you re kissing when we kiss.
When you leave
You ll be fine.
When it gets real late
So late that it s not late anymore
And I m alone, awake
Just creaking with the floors
I can ask the sun to let me sleep
Don t know what stake it holds in the hours I keep
Well I ll push it down, but these burning hands won t seem to do
All my efforts fall right through
The morning makes me think of you.
When you leave
You...
Will be fine
You...
Will be fine.
But if we re talking about distractions
Everything is a distraction
Except when your blood flows
When your heart beats
And when your ribs rise
Cos your lungs breathe
If the earth moves
Where will you be
With what you love more
Where does that put me?
When you leave
You...
Will be fine
You...
Will be fine.
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