Continents

In dying light, she's fragile and weeping And she was sleeping on foreign sheets again Spill your heart but not your head With your bruises mapped on skin like continents Just don't wake up I'm staring at you through thick glass, it won't last You feel like a poltergeist As pale as the snow on the ground, with skin like ice So I won't try and understand all the pain that you're put through When the scars on your wrists tell more truth than your lips, they They ever could She'll never know her worth and I make it worse And he's leaving all the time I'll take your hands Behind the eyes of a different man Then I'll take your devil's plans I'll take your hands Behind the eyes of a different man And I'll take your devil's plans In dying light She's not alright These are the devil's plans for idle hands (So I won't try and understand all the pain that you're put through) I'm sick of losing sleep, you're sick of losing him (When the scars on your wrists tell more truth than your lips they) These are your devil's plans for idle hands (So I won't try and understand all the pain that you're put through) I'm sick of losing sleep, you're sick of losing him