Make your circles out of salt
It's never quite your fault
When the night comes rushing in
And break the birch over my back
The bruises turning black again
And time, it heals like the wine
I'll go and fill my cup, and then
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again
Heart again, heart again, heart again
Heart again, heart again, heart again
Heart again, heart again, heart again
Tear it from my heart
The ventricles you pulled apart
The incision you made at the start of it
Simply to see where the blood would flow
And you hold the pieces that cut through the night
The very last moment of light
As I open my arms to the depths below
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart
Tear it from my heart again
