| Song Length |
2:59 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Distressed, Frenetic |
Subject |
Frustration, Dysfunctional Relations |
| Similar Artists |
R.E.M., Nirvana |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
We were out walking, when I heard the news.
A fist full of broken pieces. Pieces of you.
Do I burn your ears? I burn my eyes.
Forgive me but I know that look, you're sick and you're tired.
Come on, come on, come on come on come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
We were just talking, when I heard the news.
One of those late night, one way conversations I do.
I need forgiveness for all I've not done.
I know you're overloaded but you're all that I've got.
Come on, come on, come on come on come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
My hands are cracked. My hands are clean.
We scrub and scrub and bleed and bleed.
I'm sick of sickness, sick of all I've been.
I'm sick of all I've been.
Come on, come on, come on.
Last night I dreamt, all about you.
And all of those broken pieces, pieces of you.
I want to erase us both and draw us again.
The colours that I coloured you, I'd colour me the same.
My hands are cracked. My hands are clean.
We scrub and scrub and bleed and bleed.
I'm sick of sickness, sick of all I've been.
I'm sick of all I've been. Sick of all I've been. Sick of all I've been.