Текст песни Broken

Breathe me in
Like air, innocent.
My fingers bleed.
(I've been writing too much.)
Preventing these words from
Searing my battered throat.
And I can't fucking scream
So I sketch your face.
Each line was a cry.
(Each curve bore blindness.)
Prevent my arms from failing.

Limitless expressions
To your face I can't conform,
But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have.
It was the first time that our words kissed,
But our lips, they didn't even touch.
No skin to skin.
The first time in my life that I existed.
And each time that we breathed,
We were reborn.
We're reborn each time we breathe.
Each time we breathe.
Each time we breathe.

These nights were gaining strength,
Yet losing ground.
A short-lived grace.
A short-lived grace.
Your tongue!
I taste your ways with a pen
In my hand, in my hand, in my hand.
I taste your ways.Folly - Broken - http://ru.motolyrics.com/folly/broken-lyrics.html

Well, in a matter of time
My life went from day to night,
In criminating textures.
Where the fuck did you go?
What happened to us?
With this retouching paint,
I will use a brush,
Apply it to your canvas.
This was once a beautiful painting.

Each lasting memory
Will control each word that I write.
And I used to think that my hands could dance.
I only needed to hold, to hold, to hold myself, myself up.
To hold myself up.
You were never a crutch
As you tore me away
Like this fringed paper's edge.
You were never
A crutch.
You were never
A crutch.

Each lasting memory
Will control each word I write.
And I used to think that my hands could dance.
But now, but now I see that my hand's been broken
For quite some time.
These memories impale the senses to this day.
And I used to think that my hands could dance.
But now, but now I see that my hand's...
I'm broken.