Woorden: Clare Maguire. Bullet.

I was told that loneliness was like
Spaces between the stars
Well it?s empty between these
Starry eyes
I was told a dead man was heavier than a broken heart
Am I dead now?
My heart sure feels heavy

And I try not to feel it
Yeah I try not to feel it
So hard to believe it

I was told that time tiptoes by
Well I can hear his footsteps
Running past me
I was told I had a face
With nothing to fear
That?s not the first thing
To scare me

And I try not to feel it
Oh I try not to feel it
It?s so hard to believe it
But at the end of it all it?s true

You shot this bullet
Through my bones
You shot this bullet
Through my bones

You shot me down
Down down I go
You shot me down
Down down I go

I get up take the phone from my hands
The glass from my lips
The pictures from my fingertips
I stand up I walk round and round
And I don?t hear no sound
Only the words that you spoke to me

And I try not to feel it
Oh I try not to feel it
It?s so hard to believe it
But at the end of it all it?s true

You shot this bullet
Through my bones
You shot this bullet
Through my bones

You shot me down
Down down I go
You shot me down
Down down I go
You shot me down
Down down I go
You shot me down
Down down I go