There's a ghost you know who pulls at my strings
Moves my hands toward the sharper thing
Now I'm all cut up and caught up in some scene
I thought I'd folded all my outsides in
Keeping the corners from cutting your skin
But it weren't enough and not enough's nothing
I was led by all the things you'll pretend you never said
I took the blame upon myself
Somehow I blamed it on myself
Well, Christinha, what's the saddest thing?
Knowing you're out there playing our games with him
While I'm here, still tangled up in my old skin
But I keep the good times closer than the bad
Running you baths before American Dad
And them two words you love whispered in your ear
I was bad, I was all the things you would never wanna have
But let's get together in our minds
Ysbeidiau Heulog and Send In The Clowns
And there's something on your mind
So let's get together in our minds
'Cause I don't think I could've given any more
A sun just sank into some sea
No, I'm not sure she could've given any more
Our sun just sank into some sea
Ah, ah, ah
I don't think I could've given any more
Our sun just sank into some sea
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
