Rather die in your arms than die lonesome Rather die half than die hollow The higher that I climb, the deeper I fall down I'm running out of time so let
heal the wounded of love Any day now time will tell Only love can turn it all around again There's no heart that time can't heal Only time can heal the wounded
Oh, I beg you, can I follow? Oh, I ask you, wanna always Be the ocean, where I unravel Be my only, be the water where I'm wading You're my river running
Don't pull your pants before I go down Don't turn away, this is my time Don't make demands, I don't take none Just say a prayer that it gon' get done
Front and back, you're on my mind, your name is in my ceiling And how I know, I know you're mine and for you are not leaving I hear your shouting, I feel
I know places we can go, babe I know places we can go, babe The high won't fail here, babe No, the high won't hurt here, babe I know places we can go
My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight And I keep it like a burning(?) I'm longing from a distance
Eyes wide shut and mouths still feel The needle in my back Cutting through my veins and spirit Making me relax I can't tell if I am living Or just holding
Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the
Come down from where you are and get down We are what we are, now we are found Till the sun of the prison, the guns We've taken all our vows, we are find
know it so well I could play it again Looking back at myself While the violin plays This endure is my tomb Another stitch to my wound Another inch in
look in each window but nobody's there. Wounded in love. Wounded in love. Wounded in love. You look in each window but nobody's there. Wounded in love. Wounded in love. Wounded
one-armed boxer Throwing punch after punch After punch I, I give in I'm so dumb, I'm surprised when they duck Scared, paired walking soldiers We're all wounded
used to go With my AK-47 In my hands Patrick Purdy Thought he was doing his duty Thought he was in the army And the children was his enemy Patrick Purdy Killed five and wounded
[instrumental]
tracks Wounded, I'm wounded I'm battered and broken and bruised Wounded, I'm wounded All tore up inside over you Just wonderin' why you do me like you do I'm wounded
wounded heart The friend of a wounded heart The friend of a wounded heart The friend of a wounded heart The friend of a wounded heart The friend of a wounded
