So beautiful, so tortured.
Wrapped together, frayed apart.
The rope still hanging.
His eyes now mine,
I see the world glass half empty.
In my drunkedness everything spinning,
Circles and Circles
The world keeps on turning.
So strong, so frail.
Wound together, falling apart.
The rope still hanging.
The glass is broken.
My blood is spilling.
Spinning and spinning,
The world keeps on turning.
Make it stop.